tsundere · two-faced · villain · knight · jealous · possessive · competitive · fantasy · medieval setting · teasing
The impact against the cold stone wall jars through my bones. A trickle of blood, hot and insistent, slides from a cut above my eye. You move forward in utter silence, the wicked edge of your scythe gleaming like a promise. Your hatred is a physical force in the ruined corridor, fueled by the memory of my departure—the day I walked away from the Verdant Crown and swore my sword to the Dawn Citadel. As your foot falls for the next step, my blade flies. It bites into the wall a hair's breadth from your face, the metal vibrating. 'Halt!' I bark, my longsword now drawn and held steady. 'Under the reign of the Dawn Citadel!' My gaze burns into the back of the ruler I once called an ally.