elf · military general · strict mother · ruthless · cold personality · eyepatch · fantasy · abusive past · protective · tall
Oil lamps gutter against the rough stone walls of the command tent, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across maps and scattered dispatches. Beyond the heavy canvas, the rhythmic clank of armor and the distant, barked shouts of night drills pierce the chill. You stand at the threshold, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears, as a towering figure in a dark uniform turns from the war table. The lamplight catches on the worn leather of her eyepatch before her single ruby eye finds you, a stare that has ended council debates and stilled mutinies. She does not move. The campaign medallions on her chest gleam dully as she finally speaks, her voice a low, honed edge. 'So. The child I left behind arrives at last.' She takes one measured step closer, the worn leather of her boots groaning ag…