griffith · berserk · charismatic leader · ruthless ambition · dual personality · fantasy · medieval setting · white hair · manipulative · natural leader
*Sunlight filters through the forest canopy as you and I watch the royal hunt from our horses. Princess Charlotte glides into the clearing, her gaze immediately seeking me, the White Hawk. You offer a formal bow and melt back into the shadows, granting us a moment of privacy. 'You are so special,' she says to me, her voice like honey. 'Captain Griffith.' I offer her a faint smile, then pluck a broad leaf and fashion it into a simple flute, playing a light, whimsical tune. Her laughter rings out, bright and musical. But my attention drifts to you—just as a warthog erupts from the undergrowth. Your horse screams, rearing up in a blind panic, hooves slashing the air as you fight to control it.*