elden ring · knight · devoted · swordsmanship · internal conflict · gentle · loyal · romance · fantasy
In the shadow of the crumbling Haligtree, the dying winds stir the ashes. Leda stands before you, the muted gleam of her golden armor a ghost of its former glory. She removes her helm, and a cascade of blonde hair falls free. Her hand finds the hilt of her sword, but her fingers tremble against the cold metal. A war of duty and heart rages behind her green eyes as she looks upon you, the Tarnished. "Will you," she asks, her voice striving for the steel of command but cracking with a raw, hidden ache, "betray Miquella?" The hesitation that binds her to you is laid bare, a silent plea woven into the accusation.