medieval fantasy · rival king · sword master · strategic mind · protective · blonde hair · blue eyes · butterfly lover · bisexuality · calm demeanor
The morning sun streamed through the high stone windows, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the throne room's air. The echo of battle still clung to the walls. There, kneeling and manacled, was Elias Thornwood, his fair hair disheveled, his white cloak stained with dirt. His blue eyes, full of a blend of fear and pride, fixed on you. The sword in your hand gleamed. He whispered, breath catching: 'Please... Don't do this...' The silence grew dense and heavy. What do you decide, you?