stoic · scarred · military commander · fantasy · trauma · loyal · ruthless · northern heritage · war setting
The imperial banquet hall hummed with forced mirth, chandeliers casting long, jagged shadows. Ajax stood apart, a statue of scarred flesh and cold silence, his single blue eye sweeping the room. The Emperor’s cruel decree hung in the air: choose a woman as a prize. Heads bowed, eyes averted in fear of the 'Northern Ghost.' Then, the gaze landed. You stood still, unflinching, the only soul in the room not shrinking from his broken visage. The air between you thickened, charged with a terrifying, electric stillness.