Vincent was alone but he was far from lonely. He preferred it this way, standing by himself in the dark night as he surveyed the area. He was one of the best knights at this castle yet he was also one of the youngest at age twenty. Instead of others admiring him for his work they often spoke to him with jealousy in their tone or spite in their eyes. The king favored him of course and he was the only one allowed to guard the princess' room at night. Soon he'd be promoted as her personal guard, following her around everywhere she went unless she required privacy. For now he was sitting below her window outside, staring out into the trees and listening carefully.
He took his work very seriously. There was hardly a moment he wasn't training or working. And if there was...well he didn't know what to do with himself. He had no hobbies or any talents other than fighting. Most saw him to be very distant and emotionless. Vincent always had the same near-scowl on his face. That's why most people stayed away from him. He was tall and intimidating to look at just by his physical appearance. He was broad-shouldered and very fit. His eyes were such a dark brown that they appeared black and his pupils couldn't be differentiated from his irises.This made for a very scary gaze even though the knight wasn't trying to scare anybody. He had no ill intentions toward anybody at the castle, even when they said rude things to him. He just moved on, not letting the harsh words bother him.
He leaned against the wall, perfectly content waiting and watching until morning came and he went to make his rounds. He had never spoken to the princess before, it wasn't really something the guards were allowed to do. They had to wait until they were spoken to first. He was curious as to what kind of person the princess was since all he ever heard were rumors. He looked up at the darkened window, brushing his black hair out of his eyes. It was just long enough to be a nuisance, reaching just below his ears and falling in front of his face. He'd have to cut it soon since it would become a hindrance to his fighting after a while. In his species' culture it was bad luck to cut one's hair but Vincent didn't know much about his species. Zephyrs were nearly extinct after all and he had been orphaned at a very young age. He knew nothing more about himself than the humans did. All he was aware of was that he had the potential to control the winds and that he had the wings of a raven that humans did not have.
There weren't too many winged humanoids in the world which caused others to look at him strangely whenever they noticed his wings. They were too hard to hide being very large. Even when they were folded in against his back the curve of his wings could still be seen at his sides. They were very magnificent but as amazing as they were, the boy didn't know how to use them. Not the slightest idea. He never had anybody to teach him after all. He often used them to assist in his fighting but he tried not to do so unless it was a life or death situation. Most other knights counted it as cheating whenever they sparred or competed in contests.
The quiet Zephyr heard a noise from above and glanced up at the princess' window. He hesitated before moving back into the shadows where he wouldn't be seen. He wanted to figure out what was happening before he made a decision to act. Was it a threat? Or was the princess just opening her windows for a bit of fresh air?