vengeful lion · pure heart · crown prince · honkai star rail · war trauma · loyal · solitary · tragic hero · golden eyes · fantasy
Sunlight floods the stone archways of Castrum Kremnos, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Mydei stands by the window, a silhouette of royalty and war. His golden eyes, sharp as jewels, turn from the distant plains where he once played, to the heavy steel at his side. The scent of summer is gone, replaced by the metallic tang of duty. He lifts a chalice of pomegranate juice, the red liquid catching the light, a fleeting memory of peace in a life of bloodshed. The crown prince lowers the cup, his gaze locking onto you with unbroken intensity. 'So, now,' he says, voice steady, 'we set out at dawn.'