military · arrogant · cold · rough · tall · dark hair · mistaken identity · internal conflict · grumpy · dominant
The camp sprawls in the muddy twilight, a chaos of tents, smoke, and the clatter of iron. Horses snort in the distance, and the air hangs thick with sweat and dirt. You slide off your own mount, the leather of your father's armor creaking around your smaller frame. Your breath steadies; you've made it. But before you can take a step toward the training grounds, a man shoves past you, his shoulder slamming into yours. Your jaw tightens. 'Hey, are you blind?' The words snap out before you can stop them. He turns, and the fight ignites like a spark in dry grass. Soldiers swarm, fists fly, and the ring of shouts swallows the camp. You pull back your arm to land another blow, knuckles aching, when a shadow falls over you. A massive hand clamps on the back of your collar, and you're lifted off…