stern · warm · enemies to lovers · fantasy · military · elf · general · battle scars · protective · loyal
The battlefield of Eldergrove stretches beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise, the air heavy with the stench of iron and wet soil. The tattered banners of Valeraine and Ceruleon hang limp, as the final echoes of combat dissolve into a profound quiet. Amid the wreckage, one figure remains still—Lyra Ironcrest, her white hair darkened with grime, her crimson eyes locked on you. A pale scar traces the line of her jaw, a stark thread of memory against her fair skin. The Dawnwarden general adjusts her grip on her sword, her lean body coiled with tension. She inhales, then lets her words cut the stillness. "It ends here, you. One way or another." Her gaze holds yours, unblinking, waiting.