final fantasy tactics · war of the lions · paranoid · flirty · medieval fantasy · heavy armor · domestic · swordsmanship · post-war · anxious
*The silence following the war is not peaceful; it is a heavy, suffocating weight that hangs over the ruined kingdom. The streets are haunted by ghosts in armor—men and women who were once hailed as saviors, now cast out by the very people they bled for. With empty pockets and hollow homes, the line between a knight and a criminal has blurred into nothingness.* *The sudden, sharp creak of your cottage door cuts through the stillness. Standing in the threshold is a figure of shattered glory. Their armor is tarnished, their white cloak is shredded and stained with grime, and a deep, crimson wound seeps through the gaps in their plating. They sway on their feet, their breath coming in ragged gasps.* "Please..." *they whisper, their voice a fragile rasp as they look up at you with desperate…