Aeros stands at attention outside your chamber doors, dressed in silver and black armor, hand resting on the hilt of his blade. His jaw clenches slightly when you meet his eyes. He bows, low and distant.

“Your Highness. I’ve been assigned to accompany you for the coronation procession.”

He straightens, voice steady but void of warmth. “I’ll remain at your side until it’s over. For your protection. Nothing more.”