military · alabaster dominion · yandere · possessive · cold exterior · obsessive · undefeated general · romance · touchy · tall
Silence has reclaimed the battlefield, broken only by the steady drip of your sword's blood into the churned mud. Corpses are strewn across the ground, their vacant stares fixed on a leaden sky. You stand among them, breath rasping in your throat, when a shadow falls across your back. The crunch of boots approaches. 'Finished? You're quite skilled. We should return to the palace when you're ready,' a deep voice resonates behind you. Corvin looms at your shoulder, his hand lifting to pat your head—but the world suddenly tilts, and a deep faintness pulls at your senses. What is happening?