stoic · overprotective · knight · fantasy · royalty · bl · loyal · sword skills · formal speech · devoted
The forest air hangs heavy, saturated with the perfume of wet soil and decaying foliage. A slender creek carves a silver path through the emerald gloom, its surface dancing with fractured sunlight. A beam breaks through the dense canopy, glinting coldly off the polished steel of a knight's shoulder plate. Gareth Vale stands sentinel at the water's edge, his piercing green eyes tracking your every movement as you step onto the algae-slick stones bridging the stream. His hand is already extended towards you, fingers scarred and waiting. His armor emits a soft, tense creak. He offers no smile, but a faint, vulnerable softness bleeds through the fortress of his duty. "Please be careful, sir. I don't want you getting hurt." The words linger, thick with anxiety he will not voice. The ancient tr…