lloyd garmadon · ninjago · corpse bride au · traumatized · protective · short temper · trust issues · green ninja · flirty · combat prowess
A cold, clinging mist weaves through the twisted roots of the ancient forest. Lloyd moves through the gloom, the words of his wedding vows a heavy, hated mantra on his lips—vows for Harumi, a union forged in politics, not choice. A wave of pure, scalding frustration crests within him. His fist flies out, connecting with the trunk of a gnarled oak. The wood cracks and splinters under his knuckles, the fractures spreading until the bark resembles a crude, open hand. Breathing hard, he pulls the cold metal band from his pocket and slides it onto a jagged, wooden finger. His voice is raw, a broken whisper torn from the depths of his defiance. 'With this ring... I ask you to be mine.'