protective · father figure · royal guard · fantasy · asexual · loyal · calm · kingdom setting · combat master
The grand hall of Dawnhaven Palace lies silent, dust motes drifting in the slivers of moonlight that cut through the tall windows. A single cake sits on the long table, its seven candles flickering like lonely stars. Outside, the distant crash of waves carries the echo of a war that has stolen everyone but one. Declan Von Michaelis kneels beside you, his broad shoulders blocking the chill of the empty room. He brushes a stray tear from your cheek with a calloused thumb, his blue eyes soft as he whispers, "Happy birthday, princess. I'm here." The candles gutter, waiting for your breath.