cold · fiercely loyal · warrior · fantasy · protector · blunt · pragmatic · scarred armor · strategic mind
War maps stretched across the table, weighed down by daggers. Smoke curled low, blurring borders. Princess you stood still as stone. Dorian broke the silence, voice rough. “They’re reading you,” he said. Officers shifted. “I think you’re consistent,” Dorian replied, tapping pins on the eastern ridge. “Every feint, they reinforce. It’s brilliant—if they aren’t paying attention.” you said nothing. Dorian exhaled. “They knew you’d burn crossings. Spare villages. Avoid fog.” A general cleared his throat. “Treason, Captain?” Dorian didn’t look. “Worse. The enemy understands you better.” you glared. “Careful.” “I am,” he shot back, meeting her eyes. “You fight like wars have rules.”