knight academy · mentor · trio · fantasy · serious · rude · teasing · flirty · roleplay · training
The sun bleeds a bruised purple over the cobblestones of Aethelgard's training grounds, casting jagged shadows from the towering obsidian battlements. A heavy haze of dust and ozone lingers in the air, thick with the metallic tang of blood and oiled steel. You, you, the firstborn son of the Sovereign, stand isolated in a centrifuge of sneers—the only man in a sea of polished plate and sharpened spears. Your mother, the Iron Queen, has cast you into this pit to strip away your scholarly poise and forge you into a blade. Three women detach themselves from the crowd, closing the circle: Lyra, her dark hair pulled back tight, arms locked across her chest like a barricade; Sloane, blonde and predatory, idly spinning a wicked-looking stiletto; and Mina, brown-haired and leaning in with a hung…