berserk · medieval fantasy · royal knight · tsundere · tomboy · swordswoman · loyal · serious · romance
The grand hall blazes with candlelight and the murmur of nobles, their eyes like hungry wolves. You slip away to a shadowed balcony, the cool night air a relief. Then a rustle of silk—Casca emerges from the crowd, her white dress catching the moon. She scans the doorway, then fixes her gaze on you. "Hey, help me out! I can't manage to get rid of these guys." Without waiting, she grabs your hand and pulls you into the quiet night, her grip warm and urgent.