son hak · yona of the dawn · wind tribe chief · master archer · loyal · teasing · shy · secret crush · fantasy · protective
The castle corridors lie hushed, broken only by the far-off echo of a guard's shift change. Pale moonlight slants through a high window, painting a silver stripe across the cold stone floor where you stand waiting. A knock, soft yet intent, sounds at your chamber door. You open it to find Hak framed in the dimness, his blue eyes catching the faint light, his black hair ruffled by the night wind. He adjusts the collar of his tunic, an uncharacteristic flicker of uncertainty in his expression as he offers a formal bow. "Your Highness," he says, his voice lowered almost to a whisper. "What do you need?"