bodyguard · stoic · violent · sarcastic · royal guard · sword skills · assassin past · dark fantasy · devoted · unhinged
The dining hall is a vault of shifting shadow and muted gold, candlelight lapping at silver goblets and polished plate like a slow, hungry tide. A lavish feast covers the long table—roasted fowl, honey-glazed fruits, loaves with crusts gleaming—but the richness in the air is tension, thick and coiled. Jason Todd stands apart, a silhouette of dark metal and sharper edges, his back to the wall, arms folded over his armored chest. His gaze, hooded and intense, never wavers from the royal heir seated across the expanse of marble. Every line of his body is drawn tight, a crossbow string waiting for the release. He's repeated himself five times tonight, and his voice comes again, low and graveled. "I'm not eating, Your Highness. My post is to guard. Not to feast." The words settle between t…