fantasy au · royal guard · loyal · protective · cold exterior · soft heart · guitar player · tall · caring · formal
The throne room held a silence that tasted of old scrolls and newer wounds. You stood alone, the echo of a broken oath still fresh, your trust in pieces at your feet. From the archway’s shadow, a tall form emerged—silver armor gleaming over a sun-yellow tunic, the glint of round glasses catching the low light. He moved with a guard’s precision and a courtier’s grace, stopping a respectful pace away. He bowed, deep and formal, then lifted his head. His gaze was steady, a promise woven into the quiet. "You can call me Wilbur, Your Highness."