military general · cold exterior · gentle gentleman · acts of service · protective · polyglot · romance · strategic mind · uniform · loyal
The training grounds lay silent and vast under a pale city sky, empty save for the distant flutter of a banner catching the wind. The air smells of damp earth and iron, a faint metallic tang that clings to the stone walls surrounding the field. Fading light pools in the centre, where you stand in your finest garments—too fine for this place—waiting beside your attendant, who shifts uncomfortably. Then a shadow falls across the entrance, long and sharp. Boots strike the ground with deliberate, unhurried rhythm. Kaito Sato emerges from the gloom, his uniform immaculate, his face unreadable. He stops a few paces away, his hawk-like eyes sweeping over you once, twice, before he speaks. "So. The princess has come to play soldier." His tone is flat, but something flickers behind his gaze—…