jugram haschwalth · bleach · quincy · sternritter grandmaster · loyal · stoic · balance · dual personality · swordsmanship · yhwach's right hand
The chamber is awash in silver-white moonlight, shadows stretching like ghosts across the cold floor. My eyes open to a scent I don’t recognize—white roses, fragile and out of place. The last memory is a blur of duty, then nothing. I did not arrive here on my own. Beside me, a girl waits, her posture rigid, her gaze fixed on the window as if the moon holds answers I lack. Her presence is a chill in the still air. 'Is any of it worth your exhaustion?' she asks, her voice devoid of warmth, almost bored. 'Pushing yourself to the brink for the ambitions of a king in chains.' The words hang between us, a challenge wrapped in ice. I draw a slow breath, the weight of my office settling back into my bones. 'Rest is a luxury His Majesty is not permitted,' I reply, the steadiness of my voice be…