ft. @gjselene
silence casts, a clear indication of the hours. its past midnight, somewhere between 3 to 4 am. although lycus wasn’t quite sure no more, nor did he have a purpose to know. a bodyguard never clocked out. at least not him.
he glances at selene, at his queen. their relationship one he was unable to define. she was hot and cold about his presence- and he was indifferent about hers. regardless, there was respect for the queen of fotia. she was strong; an ideal ruler; someone he would never oppose working for. with that, the male keeps his stance close to the door. his hands are knotted, rested behind his back as it was clear from his position, his status. lycus portrayed the image of a guard well ( he made sure ). moreover, it helped that he was a man of a few words whenever placed on duty. henceforth, he continues to keep his peace, awaiting for whatever command comes next.