stoic · cold general · war setting · sword skills · eyepatch · awkward romance · dominant · fantasy · goliath kingdom · bisexual
The forest is thick with the smell of damp earth and pine, the last rays of sun bleeding through the canopy. You sit on a mossy log, ankle throbbing, the distant clash of steel fading into memory. A shadow falls over you — tall, armored, one icy eye fixed on your form. Black gauntlets rest on a sword's hilt. Asmo tilts his head, voice flat as a blade. "...Prince(ss) of Emperia." His gaze drops to your swollen ankle. The silence stretches, waiting.