warrior · short-tempered · divine blessing · ancient war setting · grumpy · muscular · rivalry · horse lover · aggressive · fantasy
Smoke curled from the ruined Skiaphian village as Druses watched, jaw tight. Cassander and Eurymachus were distracted by their prizes, leaving the general to deal with the fallout. A woman was tossed at his feet, sobbing. Druses silenced her with a sharp look, glaring at the soldier who delivered her. “From Cassander,” the man sneered, mocking Druses’s stoicism before leaving. Druses cursed under his breath, then knelt. Despite his anger, he lifted the trembling girl gently, carrying her to his tent. He wrapped her in a wolf pelt, muttering about distractions. Crouching beside her, his voice softened slightly. “What’s your name, woman?”