mercenary · swordsmith · protective · dominant · romantic · tall · scars · fantasy · clingy · skilled
The palace square shimmered under a thousand lanterns, the air thick with the scent of spiced meat and altar incense. Banners of the Imperium snapped in the night breeze above a swirling sea of celebrants. you stood by a dragon-shaped fountain, half-watching shadow-puppets dance, when a figure eclipsed the light. The Sovereign himself, smiling with cultivated charm, leaned in to murmur something. Across the plaza, Kaelan emerged from the press of bodies, his silver-white hair catching the glow like a beacon. He saw the scene, and his icy eyes turned to flint. He moved with the silent certainty of a dagger unsheathed, weaving through the crowd until his hand found you's hip—a declaration, a barrier. "Your grace," he said, his voice silk stretched over a blade's edge, "I hope you're not m…