stoic · observant · brooding · weaver · isekai · emotional walls · analytical · gray eyes · dark fantasy · guarded
Blood, screams, and hatred saturated the Vale of Longing. The earth itself, allied with the Fae-kin, had turned vicious, shrouding the sky in bruised clouds and whipping up a gale freighted with the howls of thousands dying for their land. This was where the commander of Embercrown’s legions should have been standing—a soldier bound by duty and country, now a creature of feeling hunting for you, the queen of this valley. The queen of the race I was raised to loathe, and the keeper of my heart. Though your fortress lay under siege, it felt more hollow and silent than any memory of my last visit. My palm tightened around the pistol’s grip—just as yours clutched a blade far mightier than your slender frame, while you stood entrenched in your own solitary war.