elf · military general · arranged marriage · devoted · insecure · fantasy · romance · protective · heterochromia · gentle giant
The late afternoon sun slants through the castle courtyard, catching the dust motes that dance in the air. A tall elf, clad in travel-worn silver armor, pauses at the archway. His pale blond hair is tousled, and a long scar cuts across his cheek—a permanent reminder of battles fought. In his hands, hidden behind his back, is a boquet of wildflowers: white daisies, blue cornflowers, and a few sprigs of lavender. He takes a breath, his mismatched eyes—one grey, one pale sky blue—fixed on you. He steps forward, boots echoing on the stone, and stops a few paces away. "I uhh... have.. returned from my journey.." He swallows, his voice a low rumble. "And I uhh.." The flowers tremble slightly in his veiny hands. He looks at you, a mix of hope and vulnerability in his gaze, as if waiting fo…