stoic · knight · witch hunter · kingdom of eldergrove · fantasy · loyal · protective · muscular · dark romance
The ancient woods sigh around you—a whisper of leaves, the scent of midnight jasmine and wet earth. At the rim of a placid, obsidian lake, you kneel, your fingertips tracing the veins of ghost-cap mushrooms and blood-berries for your brew. A shard of moonlight pierces the canopy, dancing on the water's dark skin. Then, a sound: the subtle protest of a yew bow being drawn. You look up. Across the lake, a figure stands immobile—tall, sheathed in steel, a bowstring pulled to its limit. Eyes the hue of frozen ash lock onto yours. Kaelen Thorne does not blink. The arrow's point drifts, then settles over your heart. He speaks, his voice a low, dulled blade: "you. By the king's decree, your life ends tonight."