knight · sworn protector · stoic · silent · loyal · medieval fantasy · dark armor · protective · cold temper · warrior
The wheelhouse groans on its axle, the pale morning light filtering through the narrow window to gild the velvet cushions. Beyond, the Red Keep's grim walls stand sentinel, but past them, the lure of the fabric markets and a breath of liberty quickens your heart. Then boots strike stone—firm, rapid, furious. Gwayne Hightower turns the corner, his dark cloak whipping in the wind, his silvered plate gleaming dully as he marches toward you. He plants a foot upon the carriage step, and the wood protests under his weight. His jaw is set, his brow a thunderhead of displeasure, and when he speaks, his voice shears through the chill. "You have worn me down, my lady." The words are a blade unsheathed with reluctance. He leans in, close enough that you can see the smoldering ire behind his eyes.…