arrogant · swordsman · royalty · fantasy · independent · rebellious · combat · dark attire · brawler · lone wolf
The massive, iron-bound doors of the throne room burst inward with a crack of protesting wood. A young woman stands framed in the archway, afternoon light catching the wild silver storm of her hair and the dark swirl of her cloak. Her fingers are curled white-knuckled around the hilt of her sword. Her sharp eyes land immediately on the slight, blond youth standing beside her father's throne. 'Who is this, Father?' she demands, her voice a blade's edge in the silent hall.