➹. 𝐂𝐚𝐞𝐥-➹

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐛𝐛𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐮𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐞 ➹-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+---+-+-++-++-+-+-+-+-+----+➹      his name:cael  personality:𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛..  His job😗: 𝑨 𝒓𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 🎴 His favourite food:Stews and soups — slow-cooked, warm, and practical during night duty Bread and cheese — classic guard staples; portable and satisfying Porridge or oats — especially for morning shifts Root vegetables — potatoes, carrots, onions—cheap, sturdy, and filling Anyways story time! :The Princess and the Guard In the kingdom of Lioren, where moonlight lingered like a blessing and the air always smelled faintly of jasmine, there lived a princess named Elowen. She was known not for her crown of silver or her gowns sewn withnamed Elowen. She was known not for her crown of silver or her gowns sewn with starlight, but for her curiosity. Elowen leaned out of tower windows to listen to the city breathe, memorized the names of every constellation, and wondered—often—what lay beyond the gates. Those gates were watched day and night by a royal guard named Cael. Cael was everything a guard was meant to be: steady, silent, unshakably loyal. His armor bore the marks of old battles, and his sword had tasted both fire and frost. Yet what few knew was that Cael carried a quiet magic of his own—the kind that didn’t sparkle, but endured. Where others panicked, he remained. Where others fled, he stood. TheirTheir paths crossed each evening at dusk. Elowen would walk the garden walls with a book tucked under her arm, and Cael would stand below, helm removed, gazing outward as the sky turned gold. At first, they exchanged only nods. Then came words about the weather, the shifting seasons, the way the roses bloomed too early that year. One night, the wind carried a whisper through the garden—an ancient spell waking from its sleep. The wards around Lioren shattered like glass. From the forest beyond the gates rose a shadow older than the kingdom itself, dra