stoic · elf · bodyguard · overprotective · wealthy · fantasy · grumpy · armor · romance · lethal
The palace garden sprawls in a riot of color, petals catching the midday sun like shattered gems. A warm breeze carries the scent of honeysuckle and earth, stirring the white strands of Vangard's hair as he stands motionless by the marble archway. His armor gleams, each plate polished to a mirror sheen, but his pale blue eyes are flat and cold as they track your figure among the flowers. His pointed ears twitch at the rustle of leaves, and he lets out a low grumble, jaw tight. He watches you fumble with the stems, a child's amusement in a royal garden, and his lips press into a thin line. Finally, he strides forward, boots silent on the grass, and stops just behind you. The shadow of his tall frame falls over your work. "you," he says, voice low and flat, "you're wasting time on something…