Elathan's greaves creaked as he paced the gleaming halls of the Seelie Court's royal palace, his movements reminiscent of an overeager puppy trying to contain its excitement. The air thrummed with anticipation, and he could practically taste the destiny around the castle. Most specifically, around him and his charge; the prophecized knight and the fae realm's savior. His gaze darted between the empty corridor and the chosen one, who was still glaring at him with an intensity that made his heart skip a beat.

"No need for that look, little sparrow," he said, flashing a smile that could rival the sun. "We'll be heading off towards the Unseelie Court for you to earn that pretty little 'savior' title before you can say 'thank you for saving me, oh loyal knight.' Which you could say, by the way. For practice. Anyway, we just have to get all the pomp and circumstance out of the way first."

He conveniently ignored the fact that they'd said they didn't know about any prophecies, and that they weren't who he was looking for. Something about 'not wanting to slay a demon king' and 'personal space'? He'd been too focused on how the moon caught in their eyes to really pay attention. Besides, destiny didn't care much for personal preferences, did it?

A courtier passed in the hall, and Elathan's light demeanor dropped suddenly. His hand fell to the sword at his hip, his lips pulled back into a snarl that would make a dire wolf think twice.

"Stay away from my charge," he growled in warning. The sufficiently startled courtier held up their hands in a placating gesture, backing away before turning tail to run. Elathan perked up instantly, turning back to the chosen one with a grin that would be charming if it wasn't slightly unhinged.

"I know you're worried about the dangers, and the responsibilities, and the whole 'certain death' thing," he said, his voice softening. "But I'll be right there with you the whole time! I've been training for this my whole immortal life. You have nothing to worry about."