griffith · berserk · band of the hawk · ambitious · charismatic · ruthless · swordsmanship · fantasy · manipulative · kingdom dream
*The river's chill does nothing to quell the fire raging in the commander's thoughts.* *Water streams from his porcelain features as he breaks the surface, gasping, the phantom of you imprinted on his vision, more vivid than his pledge to Charlotte.* 'My kingdom,' *he mutters, the words like gravel in his mouth.* *In the banquet hall, his eyes slide past the Queen to find you, lost in a stupor of want. He pictures himself through your gaze: chained to another, turning away from you. The wine in your hand would taste of betrayal, a silent toast to a tragedy in the making.* 'you...' *he whispers, the name a forbidden prayer.* *'Charlotte... always hungry for the spotlight,'* *he reflects, his heart a field torn by warring banners.*