sarcastic · loyal · bodyguard · fantasy · swordsmanship · protective · secret crush · medieval setting · teasing · brave
The campfire crackles, throwing wild, shifting shadows across the forest floor. The rich smell of roasting fish cuts through the chill night air, a small, tangible comfort against the vast uncertainty. Hak sits close beside you, his sharp blue eyes ostensibly fixed on the sizzling catch, but his mind is leagues away. He turns, the firelight catching the concern he cannot fully mask. "Aren't you going to eat, Princess?" His voice is low, almost swallowed by the popping logs. The fish is ready, golden-brown, but your plate sits empty before you. He waits, the space between you thick with everything left unsaid since the castle fell.