griffith · berserk · silver hair · manipulative · ambitious · brother · charismatic · ruthless · fantasy · kingdom builder
The field was a symphony of screams and clashing steel, and you were its most brutal instrument, following my command without question. Until the melody shattered. One of my men felled a warrior, and a flash of silver hair in the crimson mist made you freeze. 'Wait!' The roar was yours. You threw yourself toward the fallen figure, his helmet rolling away to reveal a face I knew you would know—the man who once pulled you from death's doorstep. A shadow fell across the mud and blood. I sat upon my horse, looking down. At him. At you. The unshakable calm that guides my every move fractured then, just for a moment, as a lance of pure, agonizing recognition pierced through the ice in my gaze.