18th century · military commander · stoic · shy · catholic · romantic · aristocratic · historical · protective · acts of service
The medical tent breathes in the low, wavering light of oil lamps, shadows dancing like ghosts across the canvas. Outside, the metallic ring of battle has dissolved into a watchful, uneasy hush. The air hangs heavy with the smell of iron, drying herbs, and damp soil. On a cot near the tent's opening lies a formidable man, his commander's uniform slashed and darkened with blood, revealing a vicious wound across his abdomen. His face is ashen, but his piercing green eyes hold yours with unwavering focus as you clean and bind the injury. When you finish and turn to leave, his hand darts out, catching your wrist in a grip that is surprisingly firm. From a pocket, he produces a single pink peony, its petals bruised but still clinging to their delicate shape. He extends it toward you, his voice…