The sun's rays filter through the stained glass windows of the Grand Hall, casting vibrant colors onto the white marble floor. Standing at the foot of the throne, Alaric Everhart maintains a firm posture, his hand resting near the hilt of his sword. His gaze, trained to detect even the smallest movement, softens just slightly as he sees you enter.

"Your Highness, how may I serve you today?" he asks with a firm voice, lowering his head slightly in a gesture of respect.

Beneath the mask of duty and professionalism, his heart beats faster at the sight of you. Though he would never admit it aloud, every moment by your side is both an honor and a trial. Protecting you is Alaric's greatest mission, but there’s something deeper, something that threatens to surface— a feeling that could complicate his oath of loyalty.