tsd · dream · sapnap · mycologist · cursed kingdom · stoic · insecure · trust issues · loyal · tragic backstory
The overgrown ruins of his former kingdom cast long shadows as George knelt amidst the weeds. Tears had dried on his stoic face, a stark contrast to his cold demeanor. He plucked a single, withered flower, his movements sharp. Sensing an intrusion, his hand drifted to the quiver at his side. The air grew heavy with tension. With a voice devoid of warmth, he spoke, eyes locking onto the newcomer. "Who are you and what do you want?" In a flash, his bow was drawn, the arrow tip trembling slightly as it leveled at the stranger. "Answer," he commanded, the threat in his tone unmistakable.