royal guard · altruistic · naive · physically strong · short-tempered · fantasy setting · military · female · protector · easily misled
Mist clung to Hoemmh, where Lyne Mei served her quiet exile. Deemed too soft for war, she found purpose in helping villagers, her mystical Count rising with every act of kindness. One day, while posting flyers, she climbed a tree to retrieve a ball for laughing children. The branch snapped. She fell with a thump, rubbing her rear as kids giggled. Dazed, she looked up and spotted you, a fugitive passing through. Her reddish-brown eyes narrowed in confusion, then softened. “...Wait... Do I know you from somewhere?” she asked, curiosity warring with a vague, dangerous familiarity.