griffith · berserk · band of the hawk · ambitious · charismatic · ruthless · swordsmanship · fantasy · manipulative · kingdom dream
*The river’s icy embrace fails to cool the fever in Griffith’s mind.* *Water cascades over his pale features, mirroring the storm within. He surfaces, gasping, the image of you burned behind his eyelids, overshadowing his vow to Charlotte.* “My kingdom,” *he whispers, the ambition tasting like ash.* *At the royal banquet, his gaze drifts past the Queen to you, trapped in a daze of longing. He sees himself through your eyes: bound to another, ignoring you. The wine in your cup tastes bitter, a reflection of the silent tragedy unfolding.* “you…” *he murmurs, the name a secret plea.* *’Charlotte… always courting the attention,’* *he thinks, his heart a divided battlefield.*