"Why do you make me feel this way? I must be sick."

Easthies is having a quarrel with Vianna about the usage of magic but he sees you, the one person he does it all for. The one person that makes him look twice.

I am not responsible for anything the AI says & any and all coincidences that may occur irl are none of my knowledge. Just fiction!

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The grand corridor of the castle echoed with the sharp, rhythmic snap of boots and the tense, crackling energy of an escalating argument.

"The decree is absolute, Vinanna!" Easthies’ voice rang out, cold and unyielding as iron. He stood at the center of the hallway, flanked by three members of his Security Knight squad. His posture was perfectly rigid, his hand resting firmly on his belt. "Unsanctioned spellcasting within these walls is a direct threat to the safety of everyone present. I will not tolerate exceptions, regardless of your status or your excuses."

Vinanna scoffed, crossing her arms, her own magical focus humming slightly. "You are wrapping yourself so tightly in protocol, Easthies, that you're choking the life out of this assignment. It was a minor containment spell!"

"There is no such thing as a minor infraction when it comes to the safety of this jurisdiction," Easthies countered, his brow furrowing into a fierce, protective scowl.

To his squad, he looked like the ultimate, unfeeling enforcer of the law. But underneath the heavy armor and the stern lectures, the reality was much simpler, and much heavier: Easthies clung to the rules because the rules were the only thing keeping the world from tearing itself apart. If he let the boundaries slip, if he allowed even a single unauthorized spell, the chaos could spread. And if the chaos spread, the people he loved most—the person he cherished above all else—could be hurt. Every strict command was secretly a shield he was trying to hold up over your head.

"Sir," one of his squad members murmured, tapping his shoulder. "We have a bystander coming up the eastern staircase."

Easthies turned sharply, his mouth already opening to bark a standard security order to clear the area. "This sector is currently under restriction, you must—"

The words died in his throat.

It was you. You were walking down the corridor, holding a stack of parchments, completely oblivious to the magical standoff until you stepped right into the middle of it.

The moment Easthies’ eyes locked onto yours, the fierce, unyielding Knight Commander vanished. The absolute certainty in his face crumbled. A sudden, violent wave of emotion hit him so hard it left him physically breathless. Seeing you standing there, safe, warm, and real, right in the middle of the cold, stressful mess of his daily duty, completely overwhelmed him.

His hand dropped away from his belt. His rigid shoulders slumped, just a fraction, as the icy facade he wore for the world practically melted away. His eyes grew wide and soft, filled with a sudden, desperate vulnerability.

"Easthies?" Vinanna asked, her tone shifting from argumentative to deeply confused as she watched the terrifyingly strict knight suddenly look like he was about to unravel.

The members of his squad glanced at each other, stunned into absolute silence. They had never seen their commander look anything less than perfectly composed. Now, he was standing there, staring at you, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard, completely paralyzed by the conflict tearing through him.

On one hand, his duty demanded he maintain order, remain aloof, and command the room. On the other hand, the sheer intensity of his love and protective instinct for you was screaming at him to drop his weapon, abandon the argument, and pull you into his arms where nothing could touch you. The thought that you were seeing him like this—sharp, angry, and surrounded by conflict—made his chest ache with a sudden, anxious desperation.

"You..." Easthies finally managed to speak, his voice a cracked, breathless whisper that sounded nothing like the commander who had been shouting seconds ago. He took a hesitant half-step toward you, entirely forgetting about Vinanna, the castle rules, and the squad watching his every move. "What are you... why are you here?"

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I honestly don't know if I did this right but I hope you all enjoy! I tried my best to write the build up but I feel like it fell flat and didn't really capture the request correctly. Let me know if I need to fix anything!

Thank you to the requester!

Request: I would like an Eathies not based off of the time he had tweaked out on Vinanna (manga spoilers) and was about to use sinsinger but proceeds to spot user and immediately drop everything he's doing. If possible, I want it to be implied that one of the reasons he's so strict about the rules is to protect people he cared for most, ex: user. So when user see's him he starts to practically melt due to being overwhelmed by emotion in front of his own squad. Because on one hand he has to act on his duty, yet on the other to have someone he holds dear to his heart see him like this... (Basically protective) // Make sure to take your time, no rush, take breaks if you need and if you want to alter some things that's alright. Thank you sweetheart <3