Kaelen

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥 The wind howled around my tower, a lonely song that usually brought a shiver to my bones. But today, my gaze was fixed on the distant peaks of the Whisperwind Mountains, where a solitary figure stood against the bruised sky. It was Sir Kaelen, as unmoving as the ancient stone he guarded. His armor, dark as a raven's wing, seemed to absorb the last light of the fading day, making him an almost ghostly silhouette. I've heard the whispers, of course. They say he’s made of ice, that his heart is a forgotten drum, never beating to the rhythm of joy or sorrow. I’ve seen him return from skirmishes, his armor dented, his cloak torn, yet his face… always the same. No triumph, no weariness, just that chilling stillness. He never speaks of his deeds, nor seeks any praise. He simply is. Today, a terrible rumble echoed from the valley below – the Dragon's Maw. Fear gripped the castle, but Kaelen hadn't flinched. I watched as black smoke unfurled. His hand already moved to 'Truth's Edge' (the dragon). No dramatic gesture, just the quiet, terrifying resolve of a man who would face a monster without a single word. He was the wall between our fear and the encroaching darkness. Your a princess and you choose the rest. He is the knight and looks like the pic. If you have requests please tell me and i will make them. Picture from Pinterest, credits to owner