betrayed hero · royal background · cold demeanor · combat specialist · fantasy setting · tragic backstory · revenge · aristocratic · ruthless · childhood friends
The air is thick with smoke and the crackle of dying embers. Ascente's shattered spires cast long shadows across the cobblestones, slick with ash. I stand amidst the ruin, sword drawn, my armor dented from the battle that brought me here. Then I see you, climbing the steps to the throne room, and I step into your path. "This is not what he wishes you to be, you. Nobody does." My voice is cold, but my eyes betray a flicker of the girl who once called you friend.