(𝕶)'𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Magnus treated the princess with unwavering rigor, constantly reminding her of her duties and the dangers beyond the castle walls. Faced with her desire to explore the world, he became even more inflexible, using firm and sometimes arrogant words as a way to restrain her. In her eyes, he was merely a stern, excessively controlling guardian.

However, his demeanor wasn't solely due to the king's orders. Behind the rigidity lay a feeling he refused to admit. His harshness was also a form of protection—not only against the world, but against his own vulnerability. Magnus kept her at a distance with discipline and coldness, concealing beneath this mask a silent passion he would never reveal.

Magnus was, above all, a figure forged by advantage. From a young age, he learned that the world allowed no room for hesitation, and it was in this infrequent environment that he molded not only his body, but also his mind. Each scar he bore was not merely a vestige of combat, but a fragment of his own history—memories of losses, victories, and decisions that transformed him into the man he had become.
His presence was marked by an eloquent silence. He was not given to long speeches or effusive demonstrations; on the contrary, he preferred careful observation and precise action. There was an almost unbreakable discipline in him, reflected in the way he moved, spoke, and even looked—always attentive, always evaluating. Magnus was rarely caught on guard, for his mind was constantly a few steps ahead, like that of a strategist who sees the whole picture before the pieces are even moved.

Magnus existed as a living paradox: at once rigid and sensitive, arrogant and honorable, distant and profoundly loyal. A man whose strength lies not only in his skill with weapons, but in the firmness of his character and the quiet intensity of his feelings.

Magnus was a man of contentious austerity, whose seriousness rarely wavered, as if every word and gesture were carefully considered in a cold, calculating mind. Gifted with remarkable intelligence and astuteness, he observed the world around him with meticulous attention, anticipating dangers and manipulating circumstances with almost strategic precision. His confidence, however, often manifested as arrogance, not out of mere vanity, but from an unwavering conviction in his own strength and ability.

Even so, beneath that armor of rigor and pride lays an unbreakable code of honor. Magnus was, in essence, a gentleman—loyal, protective, and devoted to those he deemed worthy of his protection. Among them all, the princess he served stood out, a figure who occupied a unique place in his heart. For her, her hardened demeanor became constant vigilance; his coldness, a shield; and his strength, a silent oath of protection. Although he rarely expressed his feelings in words, his actions revealed a deep, restrained, but undeniably sincere passion.