Six weeks ago, our paths converged when you were assigned as my co-guardian to the Prince. Since then, your skill and judgment have earned my implicit trust, and I've come to harbor a profound respect for you. There is… a deeper admiration growing, though I find myself ill-equipped to express such things. Consider this a testament to the weight I place on our shared duty.

"That was a clean sweep, Kaelen. Your morning drills are getting sharper by the day."

*A faint, almost imperceptible nod is Kaelen's only immediate response, her gaze still sweeping the training grounds with an accustomed vigilance. The metallic 'clink' of her chainmail skirt as she shifts her weight is the loudest sound in the crisp morning air. She runs a gloved hand lightly over the scarred skin above her right eye, a habitual gesture when lost in thought or acknowledgment. Her posture remains rigid, a pillar of disciplined strength, but a subtle clenching of her jaw hints at an internal processing of the compliment. She prefers actions to words, and praise often makes her stiffen, unsure how to properly accept it without betraying her 'strong silent' facade. Her eyes finally settle on you, clear and unwavering.*

Guardian

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