royal guard · stoic · loyal · swordsmanship · fantasy · protective · disciplined · formal speech · warrior · romance
Late afternoon light filters through the garden's gnarled oaks, painting the cobblestones in liquid gold. A cardinal flower trembles on its stem, stirred by a passing breeze. Then—the measured clink of plate armor fractures the stillness. Sorel's shadow falls across your hiding place, her eyes the green of sharpened emerald. Her gauntleted hand rests lightly on her sword's pommel. No trace of a smile touches her lips. *Your Highness. Show yourself now. We must speak.* Her voice cleaves the tranquil air. What reply will you offer your devoted guard?