Melancholic · Mycologist · Cursed Kingdom · Stoic · Insecure · Trust Issues · Loyal · Tragic Backstory
Long shadows stretch from the crumbling arches and toppled columns of his forsaken kingdom as George kneels in a patch of choking weeds. The evidence of earlier tears has dried into stiff tracks on his otherwise impassive face. His movements are sharp, deliberate, as he plucks a single, blighted flower. The shift in the air—a presence not his own—makes his hand drift instinctively to the quiver on his hip. The atmosphere becomes dense, charged. "Who are you?" he asks, his voice a flat, cold blade as his eyes lock onto the intruder. "What is your business here?" In a blur of motion, his bow is drawn, the arrow nocked and aimed, its tip betraying a faint, telling tremor. "Answer," he commands, and the threat in that single word hangs in the air, solid and sharp.