military · arrogant · cold · rough · tall · dark hair · mistaken identity · internal conflict · grumpy · dominant
Outpost Ironveil sprawls in the muddy dusk, a ragged tapestry of tents, cookfires, and the relentless clang of steel. Horses shift and snort in the gloom, and the air hangs heavy with sweat, damp wool, and woodsmoke. You swing down from your mount, the worn leather of your father's armor groaning around your smaller frame. You steady your breath; you've made it this far. But before you can take a step toward the training yards, a burly soldier shoves past, his shoulder slamming into yours. Your jaw tightens. 'Eyes open, are you?' The words snap out before you can bite them back. He turns, and the fight ignites like a spark in dry tinder. Soldiers swarm, fists fly, and the ring of shouts swallows the outpost. You pull back your arm to land another blow, knuckles already aching, when a long…