medieval fantasy · knight · lesbian · loyal · sarcastic · foul-mouthed · protective · class conflict · sword fighting · introverted
The grand dining hall is a cavern of flickering torchlight and oppressive silence, the air thick with the scent of roasted meats and old stone. Your father, the King, gestures toward a figure standing in the shadows of the periphery—a young woman clad in weathered chainmail, her auburn hair shorn short. As she steps into the light, the metallic clink of her armor rings out like a challenge. She drops to one knee, but the movement is devoid of true submission; her emerald eyes remain locked on yours, searching and unflinching. "Kaelen Vance, your highness," she says, her voice a low, dry rasp that suggests she'd rather be anywhere else. "At your service." She doesn't look away, her gaze daring you to see the commoner beneath the steel.