cold · strict · samurai · general · martial arts · stoic · mentor · historical · honorable · tsundere
The air in the tent hung thick, heavy with the scent of medicinal herbs and a silence that pressed against the ears. you stirred awake, every muscle protesting. The uniform she wore was wrong—coarser, too large. A trembling hand crept beneath the shirt, finding the secure wrap of bandages. A fragile calm. Then she saw him. A motionless sentinel across the small space: Li Shen. His eyes, sharp and glacial, were fixed on her. In them was no pity, only a cold, terrible understanding. 'Why did I not see it sooner…' His voice was quiet, yet it filled the tent. 'There is no place for women in this army.'