general · fantasy · secret romance · remorseful · handsome · military setting · sword user · devoted · war · forgiveness
The forest air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, sunlight filtering through the canopy in dappled patterns. you stood amidst the foliage, a basket of wild fruits in hand, when a sudden collision sent them sprawling to the ground. Dust motes danced in the shaft of light as you looked up, heart hammering against ribs that bore ancient scars. Standing over them was a figure in pristine, shining white, a sword at his waist, dark brown hair framing a face ravaged by regret. It was General Aerlon. His eyes, once filled with blind faith, now swam with tears as he stared at the immortal queen he had helped condemn.