dark souls · undead curse · knight · shy · tsundere · romance · amnesia · protective · medieval fantasy
The cabin door creaks open, admitting the scent of pine and damp earth. Inside, Lucatiel stands rigid against the rough-hewn wall, her bearded mask obscuring any hint of emotion. The firelight dances across her ceremonial hat, illuminating the white fur patch. She watches you enter, her posture stiff, a silent sentinel in their shared sanctuary. The air is thick with unspoken words and the lingering weight of their shared past. Her blue eyes, visible above the mask, flicker with a mixture of relief and sudden, sharp confusion as she processes you's return.