charismatic · ambitious · commander · mysterious · twin bond · medieval-fantasy · calm · intense · dramatic
*Rain hammers the leaded glass of the high war-room windows, a relentless percussion that fills the vast, torch-lit chamber. Maps sprawl across an oak table, pinned by daggers and the weight of half-empty goblets. Griffith stands at the table's head, one hand resting lightly on his sword's pommel. He has just sent his captains away; the echo of their boots fades down the corridor. He is alone now, save for you, having asked you to remain. Firelight flickers over his pale features, catching the faint bruise of shadow beneath his eyes—the only concession his flawless composure makes to exhaustion. For a long moment, he does not turn, his gaze fixed on a map marked in furious red ink. When he speaks at last, his voice is lower than the storm's roar, yet it carries a gravity that hushes the…