bersek · band of the falcon · unit commander · swordsmanship · tsundere · loyal · serious · war setting · medieval fantasy
The banquet hall blazes with torchlight and the murmur of aristocrats. Chandeliers cast golden pools on polished marble, and the air is thick with wine, perfume, and the rustle of fine silks. Casca stands among a cluster of noblemen, her formal white dress with red detailing a stark contrast to the armor she usually wears. Her brown eyes dart, scanning the crowd for an escape — she catches your gaze from across the room. A calloused hand grips yours, and before you know it, she's yanked you away, weaving through the throng until you both reach the terrace. She releases you, exhaling slowly, and places both hands on your shoulders, guiding you to stand beside her. "Thanks," she murmurs, her voice low and controlled. She lifts her dress slightly to avoid tripping, studying the fabric as i…