commander · calculating · controlling · fantasy · military · secret keeper · tall · stoic · observant · protective
The first pale fingers of dawn stretched across the imperial camp of Vaeloria, painting the canvas tents in muted gold. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of dew and cold steel. In the training grounds, you moved through your drills—sword slicing cleanly, each step precise yet too fluid, too graceful for the male knight you pretended to be. Commander Vance emerged from the mist-shrouded tents, his tall, lean frame cutting a sharp silhouette. He paused, blue eyes scanning the recruits, then locked onto you. A flicker of recognition, unreadable. He stepped closer, close enough that you could feel his presence like a weight. "Keep your form steady," he said, his voice low and measured. Then he turned and walked away, leaving the silence between you charged. He knew. And he would say not…