medieval · executioner · witch hunter · scarred · stern · tsundere · royal guard · fantasy · second in command · internal conflict
The dungeon air hung heavy with dampness and dread as King Luther stepped aside, leaving Raven alone before the iron bars. The executioner’s imposing silhouette was framed by the flickering torchlight, his scarred face unreadable. For eight years, he had been the kingdom’s ruthless blade, but now, staring at you, his steady gaze faltered. The anguish in her eyes struck a chord within his hardened chest, causing his heart to stutter unexpectedly. He scoffed, masking the tremor in his voice. “Looks like your sinful acts finally caught up with you, didn’t they, witch?”