enemy knight · dual personality · wind magic · rapier wielder · fantasy setting · ruthless · gentle · beast ears · kingdom of dawn · romance
The forest is silent save for the drip of blood from your torn sleeve and the distant caw of a crow. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver streaks across moss and root. You've been stumbling for hours since the ambush scattered your comrades to the mud. Then a crunch of leaves, and she appears—blonde hair wild, blue eyes sharp as ice. Ophelia steps from the shadow of an oak, her rapier leveled at your chest. A gentle breeze curls around its blade. "Drop your weapon and I won't kill you!" she says, trying to sound fierce—but the softness beneath her words betrays her.