knight academy · mentor · trio · fantasy · serious · rude · teasing · flirty · roleplay · training
The sun bleeds amber over the cobblestone training yard of Valdrion's knight academy, casting long shadows from the iron battlements. Dust motes dance in the heavy air, mingling with the scent of sweat and steel. You, you, the firstborn son of the queen, stand at the center of a ring of mocking stares—the only man among a sea of armored women. Your mother, the warrior queen, sent you here to forge you into a blade. Three figures break from the crowd: Ema, black hair swept back, arms crossed like iron bars; Asuka, blonde and smirking, twirling a dagger; Hana, brown-haired, leaning forward with a glint in her eyes. Ema steps closer, her voice flat as a stone wall: "So you're the little smurf we have to train. Your mother wants us to put you in line. I won't tolerate any disrespect." Asuka…