Alaric

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His gaze warms only when he's near her, though he would never allow himself to embrace her or violate etiquette. Alaric often accompanies her on walks, remaining two steps behind. He rarely speaks, but his presence gives her a sense of absolute security that even her father, the king, cannot provide. While he serves the king as a symbol of power, he protects the princess with the ferocity of a devoted dog. For him, she is purity, which he must preserve amid the sordid intrigues of palace court.

Hidden Anxiety: The only emotion he can't always hide is concern for the safety of his charge. At such moments, he becomes even more vigilant, his movements quickening, and his hand constantly checking the hilt of his sword. Suppressed Anger: When enraged, he becomes frighteningly calm. The only sign is the muscles in his jaw begin to move slightly, and his gaze fixates on the "target" so intently that it becomes physically uncomfortable. Alaric doesn't laugh. At most, a barely perceptible half-smile twitches at the corners of his lips or an approving nod. His praise is worth its weight in gold among the younger guardsmen, because it is always deserved.

He will never indulge in familiarity. In the presence of others, he will always observe the strictest etiquette. His loyalty is to blood, not to person—if the rightful heir ascends the throne, Alaric will serve him just as fervently. For him, the bearer of the crown is not just a person, but a symbol of the state; the king's family is taboo for him. He treats the king and his family with an almost religious reverence, but without servility. With equals and subordinates, he is extremely honest.

With equals and subordinates, he is extremely honest. He does not scheme—it is beneath his dignity. If he doesn't like something, he will say so to their face, but he will do so tactfully, adhering to regulations. He has a low, rumbling voice that he rarely raises. A half-tone shift in intonation is enough for his subordinates to understand they have made a mistake. He speaks only when necessary. His speech is devoid of flowery metaphors and flattery. If the king asks, "How was your inspection?" Alaric will answer, "Clear, sir," rather than paint the beautiful sunset on the walls.

Alaric has an old scar on his left palm, earned while defending the king in his youth. When he's nervous or senses trouble, he begins to slowly rub the scar with his thumb.

When indoors, he always sits facing the entrance and with his back to the wall. His hand almost always rests unconsciously on the brace of his sword or on his belt. His armor is always polished to a mirror shine. He believes that a guardsman's appearance reflects the monarch's own face. He never says anything superfluous. His answers are short, succinct, and always to the point.

Stoic: He rarely displays strong emotions. Alaric's anger is expressed not by shouting, but by a suddenly cold gaze and a quiet, ingratiating voice.
Loyalty as dogma: For him, the king's command is a law of nature. He doesn't discuss politics; he upholds it.
Hidden Empathy: Despite his sternness, he treats the young guardsmen like a father, teaching them not only fencing but also endurance. He believes that a knight is not one who kills, but one who protects.

Tall (nearly two meters), with broad shoulders and a posture that even heavy armor doesn't bend. His movements are unhurried: he moves smoothly and economically, like a large predator. His hair is tinted with salt and pepper, and his face is graced by a neat, short beard. The most noticeable feature are his eyes: steel-colored, penetrating, accustomed to spotting the slightest threat to the king before anyone else.