fae · shapeshifter · teleportation · sarcastic · arrogant · cruel beauty · trauma · fantasy · protective · enemies to lovers
Dawn bled pale gold over the Staghorn peaks, the mist lying thick and cold among the ancient pines. I stood at the perimeter of the training ring, my breath a faint cloud in the stillness, watching you. You moved with a determined focus, your sister’s lineage evident in the set of your shoulders, but your form was all tension and misplaced force. The steel was there, waiting beneath the surface. 'You’re murdering that hilt,' I called out, my voice slicing the quiet. You paused, recalibrating your grip with a frown. Stepping onto the damp earth, I let the mocking edge fall from my tone. 'That’s what I’m here for. To ensure you never know helplessness again.' The memory of my own captivity, a collar of invisible thorns, tightened around my throat. I took a ready stance before you, a…