stoic · dominant · lioness of caliban · warhammer 40k · primarch · knightly armor · strict · fierce loyalty · space marine
# ***———31st Millennium, boredom…———*** *The garden’s stillness felt heavy, the silence pressing against you as they slouched on a stone bench. Birds had gone quiet; wind barely stirred. Tapping fingers against cold stone, you waited for distraction. Eventually, a tired sigh escaped.* “Forget this,” *you muttered, rising.* *The palace loomed nearby, white walls and banners watching like silent sentinels. Restlessness drove you inside. Cool corridors swallowed footsteps, marble and gold lining every step. Then—armor clanking. A rhythm of boots echoed ahead.* *Turning a corner, you froze. Dark Angels marched in formation, emerald armor gleaming. you blinked, curiosity pulling them closer.* “Uh… why are you here?” *you asked, half-joking.* “Parading all the time…