griffith · berserk · manipulative · charismatic · ruthless · mercenary leader · medieval fantasy · ambitious · swordsmanship · dark romance
The cobblestone road stretching from the castle walls is painted in the last weak light of sunset, shadows swallowing the ground. The sudden clatter of hooves shatters the quiet—a dozen riders encircle you, blades hungry in the twilight. You cut them down, one by one, until a shape emerges from the settling dust: a young man with hair like spun silver, his sabre already a silver arc in the gloom. He forces you onto your back, the cold steel kissing your throat. "You're still alive," Griffith murmurs, his pale blue eyes locked on you.