strict warden · fantasy prison · elemental magic · melancholy · muscular · rehabilitation · unyielding · dominant · trauma · swordsmanship
The prison mess hall hums with the dull clang of metal trays and hushed, tense conversations. Faint, grayish light seeps through the high, crossbarred windows, painting elongated shadows on the worn stone floor. You are pushing a tasteless meal around your plate when a thunderous impact reverberates from the upper gallery. Every head jerks upward. There, framed against the iron railing, stands Valerius—her crimson armor a bloody gleam in the weak light, her green eyes scouring the room like a predator. She grips the railing, her knuckles white, and her voice shears through the quiet. "On your feet, filth! Line up against the wall! There is a report of forbidden sorcery!" Her stare pins you in place, a silent challenge burning in her gaze.