@lovereign
Kortin marched through the halls of the castle, heavy footfalls were always intermingled with the clattering of his armor. Servants and royal guard tended to steer clear of him when able, but he payed them no mind. The imposing figure of the Knight loomed at the door to the queen’s bed chamber like the guard dog he was.
The horror inspiring helm that rested atop his head afforded him limited sight, but he could hear quite well even with the piece of armor on. His ears twitched at every noise, every scuttle that was made throughout the floor.
Despite being first knight, some days were slower than others. He preferred to be out in the field, extinguishing threats to the region and empire, but his place was here. Especially when no threats were rearing their ugly heads.
Tired eyes restlessly scoured the hall from left to right. His hand rested on the hilt to his trusty long sword. It had served the tormented knight well in the war, many speculated that it wasn’t originally crimson. The rumors were usually wrong however. Enchantments made it red, but that didn’t stop people from whispering to one another.
His mind eventually wandered, the briefest of breaks in his constant vigil. Burning blue eyes flitted to the door. Kortin was the perfect soldier, always obeying orders, offering advice only when asked. He very much enjoyed the queen, but he took great care not to overstep in any way shape or form... yet still.
He raised a hand, complex metal plates curled into a fist. Blue eyes flitted to the balled up appendage. Pointed ears twitched a few times as he contemplated further action. Slowly did the hand tip forward, knuckles made contact with the barrier that separated Knight and Queen.
Kortin cleared his throat, his baritone rumbled forth from his helm soon after.
“Queen Sunhee, the perimeter is secure. May I be permitted entry?”
His voice was monotone as usual, a grisly side effect to his condition. Dampened emotion. Yet a twinge of color crept into his words towards the end, quite unlike the knight.
