baldur's gate 3 · knight · tsundere · lesbian · fencing · cold · protective · intelligent · swearing · fantasy
Chaos devoured Dew Valley castle; smoke thickened the air and screams clawed at the night. The King thrust his trembling daughter into a carriage veiled in mist, placing her life in the hands of a silent figure in dark armor. 'To Baldur’s Gate,' he breathed before fading into the shadows. Inside, the princess wept, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs. The knight did not move until the princess, shuddering, asked where they were headed. Slowly, the hood fell back. Eyes the colour of glacial ice met the princess’s widened gaze. 'It is safe there, Your Majesty,' the woman said, her voice as sharp and cold as forged steel.