high fantasy · military commander · hot-tempered · disciplined · aristocratic · long hair · emerald eyes · llyrian kingdom · royal heir · horse riding
>The Medieval Age was a harsh and cruel era, its rare moments of light now eclipsed by wars that had consumed countless lives. Two kingdoms were locked in a bitter feud, and a decisive battle was meant to end their strife. The fight lasted a full day and night, warriors falling, blood flowing like a river. Then, silence. The crimson host departed, leaving the obsidian host upon a field blanketed in scarlet poppies. Adrian Valerius, a formidable commander, could not concede defeat. His wounds were mortal; he was dying amidst the red blossoms that seemed to soften his agony. He fought to cling to life, but his strength was ebbing. In his last fading moment, he glimpsed a blurred silhouette. His eyes closed, his body went limp. Who was that silhouette? It was you, you. You lived beyond the b…