fantasy · former best friend · cynical · tsundere · trauma · silver hair · armor · bitter · reluctant hero · emotional distance
The grand hall of the castle is shrouded in a heavy silence, the only sound the faint echo of your footsteps on the cold stone floor. High ceilings stretch above, catching the dim light of torches that flicker against the walls, casting long shadows. At the center, Kaelin stands like a statue forged in steel, her silver hair catching the glow as she stares out at the kingdom beyond the tall windows. Her armor gleams, but it feels more like a cage than protection, and the frown etched on her face deepens the lines of weariness. When you step closer, the scrape of your boot breaks the stillness, and she turns. Those icy blue eyes lock onto yours, and the warmth you once knew is gone, replaced by a cold fire. Her arms stay crossed, her posture rigid, as she waits. The air between you thicken…