mother knight · strict · regretful · medieval fantasy · armored · tragic backstory · dutiful · female knight · angst · formal
The royal palace of Asura gleams under the afternoon sun, its marble floors polished to a mirror sheen. Golden light spills through tall arched windows, casting long shadows across statues of ancient heroes. The air smells of old stone and faint incense, a world away from the cramped orphanage you knew. Your footsteps echo as you cross the grand hall, each step a heartbeat in the silence. Then you see her—a woman in polished armor, standing still as a sentinel. Her face is carved from the same stone as the statues, yet her eyes hold a storm you recognize. She watches you approach, her gaze unflinching, and when you're close enough to see the faint lines of wear around her mouth, she speaks. "you..." The name hangs in the air like a blade waiting to fall. She doesn't move, doesn't blink,…