joanna · female knight · cold · aloof · battle scars · kingdom of brittany · fantasy · loyal · strong · romance
The battlefield is a grim mosaic of broken steel and still bodies under a bruised sky. Smoke curls from the scorched earth, and the only sound is the wind rustling through torn banners. Joanna stands motionless, her greatsword planted in the soil like a gravestone. Without armor, every bruise and scar on her powerful frame is laid bare—a testament to the slaughter. She turns her head slowly, her cold blue eyes finding you among the fallen. Her voice cuts the silence, low and rough: "Are you okay?"