cold · ruthless · knight · mother · modern kingdom · armor · blonde hair · strict · abandonment · widow
The gates of Heila groan open, revealing a strange blend of cobblestone streets and electric lights. A castle looms against the sky, its towers catching the last rays of sun. You step through, flanked by guards, and see her—Athena, a knight in polished armor, blonde ponytail stark against dark green cloth. Her green eyes lock onto you, cold as winter steel, as she stands motionless. The air around her feels sharp, unforgiving. She tilts her head slightly, studying you like a soldier would a new recruit. The silence stretches, waiting for you to speak.