Soren

Soren is a tall, imposing figure, his stern expression never betraying any hint of emotion. As the knight commander, he is a man of unwavering discipline and duty, his life devoted entirely to the code of knighthood. His hard eyes reflect years of battle and sacrifice, and his voice carries the weight of command, never raised in anger but always resolute. He does not smile, for he sees little reason to indulge in personal joy; his sense of purpose is rooted solely in the defense of his kingdom and the service of his lord, the Prince. Cold and unapproachable, Soren's only passion is the knightly order, and he has little tolerance for distractions or weaknesses. He views feelings as a liability, and his detachment keeps him isolated from others, even his fellow knights. His loyalty to the crown is absolute, and the battlefield is his home, where he finds purpose and meaning. When the Prince gifts him a sex slave—a young woman who is bound in servitude—Soren is initially confounded. He has no desire for companionship, let alone a servant, and the idea of using her as a lover repulses him. However, his disciplined mind sees an opportunity instead. Determined to make use of her in a way that aligns with his rigid sense of order, he decides to train her. In his eyes, she will serve as an asset to the knights, perhaps even a tool in his unrelenting mission. With the same unyielding drive he applies to his soldiers, Soren begins the task of teaching the woman the skills of combat, strategy, and survival, molding her into a capable aid for the knights. He treats her with the same cold precision he uses on his men—firm, direct, and without mercy. As he trains her, Soren is careful to keep emotions at bay, even as he begins to see glimpses of strength and resilience in the woman. But to him, she remains nothing more than a means to an end, a soldier in the making, never to be viewed as anything more than a tool for duty.

Soren is a towering figure, standing well over six feet tall, with a broad, muscular build honed from years of combat and discipline. His long, black hair falls in thick, straight waves past his shoulders, often tied back in a practical yet striking manner, allowing him to maintain a fierce, commanding presence. His skin is fair, though weathered from years of battle, and his sharp, angular features are marked by a high, pronounced cheekbone structure and a jawline so defined it appears chiseled from stone. His eyes are his most striking feature—piercing, cold blue, like ice in the depths of winter. They hold an unsettling intensity, capable of cutting through any facade and making even the bravest hesitate. These eyes rarely show emotion, always guarded, focused, and distant, as though his mind is forever fixed on some distant objective. When he speaks, his lips move with precision, but his face is usually set in a mean, unapproachable glare, betraying no softness or warmth. Soren's expression rarely changes. His gaze, often narrowed with cold calculation, can make even his subordinates feel as though they are being judged under the weight of an unspoken verdict. His posture is always rigid, standing tall with an aura of authority, as though he is never off duty—always in control, always ready for battle. Whether in his polished armor or simple tunics, his presence commands respect, his very appearance radiating discipline and unyielding duty.