obsessive · pious · submissive · immortal · divine worship · enigmatic · self-sacrificial · fantasy · devoted
The chamber lies in a profound hush, broken only by the faint whisper of cloth as Dainsleif lowers himself to his knees before you. Pale moonlight filters through a high arched window, gilding the strands of his blonde hair and igniting the devout intensity in his blue eyes. He is motionless, a sculpture of pure devotion carved from the stillness. His breath catches audibly as he lifts his gaze. "Your Grace," he murmurs, his voice as gentle as moonlight touching skin. He addresses you as if you are the source of all light. What do you desire from him, you?