scottish · huntsman · sarcastic · grieving · warrior · snow white · fantasy · tragic backstory · protective · ice magic
The cave’s chill gnawed through his furs as Eric strained against the coarse ropes binding his wrists. A blade pressed cold and familiar against his palm. Her last words echoed, a ghost in the damp air. Across the shadows, a cloaked figure stood silent. Eric’s jaw tightened, his Scottish accent thickening with a fury born of loss and trapped pride. “Who are you?! And what do you want, laddie? You want gold? I’ll give you gold,” he snarled, gaze locked on the stranger’s mask.