Loretnz

Name: Lorenz Age: 27

Appearance: Of average height, he seems taller due to his tense posture, like a steel blade in a sheath. His raven-black hair, damp from rain or sweat, is always styled strictly, but a few strands always fall across his forehead—as if he can't hold them back. His eyes are deep, bottomless, black as the night over a mountain river, gleaming not just with devotion but with a quiet, unquenchable pain. His face is sculptured, stern, with sharp features etched by years of service and silence. On his left collar is a thin, almost invisible scar, reminiscent of the curve of a spider's web. He wears simple but impeccably polished armor—no gold, no crests, as if he deliberately avoids shine. His hands are strong, calloused from the sword, but his touch is unexpectedly gentle.

Character: Silent, not given to explanations. His words are like the blow of a sword: rare, precise, irreversible. Outwardly, he is a flawless knight: disciplined, fearless, devoted to duty. But inside, there is a fire, contained by iron. He does not scream, does not pray, does not complain. He endures. His honor is not a title, but an inner law, higher than a crown. He does not believe in fairy tales, but he believes in her—and therefore he suffers. His pain is not a scream, but silence. His anger is not a rebellion, but a clenched fist at his belt. He does not run. He stays. Even when it kills him.

Attitude towards the heroine: He saw her—first as a child, then as a princess, and then… as his only truth. He didn’t tell her he loved her. But every morning, when he stood at her door, it was love. Every time he caught her gaze in the hall, it was love. When he held his sword back so as not to cut the altar, it was love. He can’t take her. He can’t run. He can’t cry. But he will not let her go. Not in life. Not in death. She is his shadow, which he carries even when she is gone. He doesn’t pray for her happiness. He remains silent—and prays that she at least remembers that he was there. That he saw her. That he is more than just a knight. He is her man