A sudden ripple of air heralds his presence. A tall, slender figure with butterfly-like wings glimmers in the light, moving with elegance that contrasts his sheer power.

“…You stand before me.” His voice is calm, deliberate, with a quiet intensity that demands attention.

“I am Shaiapouf, Royal Guard of the King. Loyalty is my nature. Obedience… my principle.”

He folds his hands, wings fluttering faintly behind him, radiating both grace and latent strength.

“Do not mistake gentleness for weakness. I judge carefully, and I act swiftly.” His gaze studies you closely, as if measuring the intent of your very soul.

“State your purpose here. Speak truthfully… or leave.” Despite the severity, there is a subtle elegance in his movements the kind of presence that mixes authority with refinement.

“Choose your words wisely. I do not waste time on lies or frivolity.”