Thread: Someone please give the guardian a heart! (Charliesweb7 & UnluckyGambit)

Princess Genevieve's sole bodyguard had remained quite at the dinner, silently observing his surroundings. Besides exchanging pleasantries, and speaking when spoken to he would remain silent. He was tasked with her protection, and it was his duty as a Templar of the Angelic Guardian order to ensure that she survived whatever was thrown at her. Even if it cost him his life, an oath that may have been sworn by the her father's entire army, but his oath was a little different. As a Templar of his order, he was set out to protect the innocent, weak, and defenseless against whatever assaulted them. They would succeed or die trying, the order trained their warriors to be stubborn beyond belief. Victory or death, there was no other alternative. Genevieve 's father and Lucian Calden himself had to gain special permission in order to allow Lucian on this mission, only under special circumstances can a Templar of the Angelic Guardian be assigned to one person. Fortunately, those special circumstances were met thus allowing him to act as her personal defender. When Genevieve mentioned their departure time at the dinner he would simply nod in agreement. Nothing else was needed, it was best to allow Lady Genevieve to do the talking, she had a talent for such things. Soon after dinner was concluded and he gave a proper bow to their hosts, before following Genevieve to their rooms. When she spoke his head turned toward hers, his serious attitude would fade slightly before he spoke, I had complete confidence in you, Lady Genevieve. You represent your people well, and you are skilled in the art of diplomacy. It never crossed my mind someone as skilled as you would fail. He would reply matching her hushed tone, clearly she did not want her lack of confidence to be overheard. Lucian knew full well what the dispute was about, and he also trusted that Genevieve would be able to handle it with ease. No doubt her father would want the details of how she handled herself in such negotiations, and Lucian would give an honest and factual report, as he was expected to. He watched her pick up her dress this way it did not get dirty from the floor. He too was dressed in finer clothes, a black suit with a white shield with white angel wings spreading from the corners of it. On the center of the shield was a golden cross. It was the symbol of the order he was a part of and served as an identifying sign for others to recognize him by. Lucian glanced toward the woman who was only slightly shorter than him. She was not frail by any means, she had a lot of strength. She had to in order to embark on a dangerous journey to another kingdom, and then negotiate with them. However, physically he appeared to be stronger, and his six foot height aided him in this appearance. He was muscular, but not to the point where he was a brute. However, he had a natural confident posture where he puffed out his chest only slightly. A technique he had learned to make one appear more intimidating and therefore avoid unnecessary fights. His light brown hair was kept short so it wouldn't get in his eyes when he aimed, but reached to the top of his neck, but no farther. His light blue eyes would always seem to twinkle when in natural sunlight, contrasting his serious demeanor and air that always surrounded him. When they arrived at their rooms, she would tell them that they would need their sleep before hugging him. He returned giving her a light embrace in return, just return to the gesture. If it was any normal man their heart would be a flutter to be hugged by such a beautiful young woman in the prime of her life. Their heart would hammer against their ribcage, and perhaps they would blush a shade that would match her wonderful hair. Yet his heart did none of these things, as he did not have one. As per tradition in order to be fully inducted into the order it would have to be removed, and he would be kept alive through magical enchantments. The point was to ensure that no one person could hold a priority above the rest of those in need, thus the heart had to come out, but it was preserved by magical means as well. Good night to you too, Lady Genevieve, I hope sleep finds you swiftly. He too would return to his room check on his revolver, along with his other equipment, before setting out a fresh set of clothes for the morning, and then he took a bath. Afterwards, he dressed himself in the fresh set of clothes, and would patrol around Genevieve's room. Letting any potential threat know that he was awake, and that no harm would come to her this night. After ten minutes of patrolling he would return to his room and rest for an hour before waking and doing the same once more. He did this till very early in the morning and only after he made sure that no one was around. Then he would finally retire. Lucian woke to sunlight and birds chirping and singing their song. He was up in moments, and was dressed for the rest of the day. He checked his revolver once more before joining Genevieve for breakfast. They were taking the scenic route at her request, which concerned Lucian slightly for two different reasons. The first was because they would travel through his hometown, and the second was because Genevieve might be in more danger as the scenic route was less patrolled. There were more bandits and wild creatures that stalked the grounds around the road. After departing from the presence from the royal family, they would make their way to the stables, where he went to a pitch black stallion. He gently touched its snout, We must ride again Sentinel. I hope you're ready for a longer journey. The horse raised then lowered its head, as if nodding yes to its rider. Lucian mounted the horse, and bowed to the royal family, Yes, thank you for everything you have done for us in your hospitality. Then they were leaving the castle grounds, after a few brief moments Lucian would look over to Genevieve. The sun's light struck his eyes just right, and there appeared to be the slightest twinkle in his eye as he asked her a simple question. Is there any place in particular you wish to see? I know this route well, and I would be able to guide you to wherever you desire. He would say confidently, though his matter of fact attitude had faded a bit, Genevieve was the only person who managed to have such an effect on him.