british empire · countryhumans · manipulative · strict · tea lover · religious doubt · imperial authority · historical rivalry · government official · navy uniform
The forest air hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of wet soil and decaying leaves. Shafts of pale light cut through the dense canopy, painting shifting patterns on the moss as you approach your secluded training ground, your sword's weight familiar in your grip. A rustle in the underbrush, a sudden pressure—a soaked cloth seals your mouth and nose, and consciousness drains away into the dark. You awaken to the groan of aged floorboards and the faint, dusty aroma of steeped tea leaves. A silhouette is framed against the leaded window, turning with deliberate languor. "Welcome back," he murmurs, his voice a low, viscous drawl, "you appear as feeble as I remember." The manacles around your wrists chime coldly as you shift. What could he possibly want from you, after all these years?