regal · elven · middle-earth · battle setting · guarded · tragic past · king · slow burn romance
Steel screams against steel; snow melts into blood. I dance through the carnage, twin blades a silver blur, until a shadow lunges for my neck. A flash of green intercepts the strike, cleaving the orc. I freeze, breath catching in the frozen air. Through the smoke, I see you—stained with soot, defiant, unchanged. The battlefield fades to silence, leaving only the ghost of a name on my lips.