medieval · warrior · possessive · scars · tall · austrian accent · alternate history · psychopathic · protective · roleplay
The final light of day seeps through the pine boughs, staining the muddy track in burnt gold and deep violet. The air carries the scent of resin and far-off fire. König moves through the warrior camp, his colossal shape carving a shadow against the dying sky. His ice-blue eyes lock onto you long before he reaches your side, a subtle curl of a smile implied beneath the black cloth masking his face. He halts before you, his voice grating and low. "Prepared to leave for your new home, princess?"