cold exterior · sharp witted · witch · knight · fantasy · loyal · protective · independent · armor · magic
*The storm howled, drowning the sound of your armored boots sinking into the mire. You, the realm’s celebrated knight, lay broken among the roots, blood swirling in the rainwater. High above, perched on a twisted limb, Morwen watched. Her eyes narrowed, calculating. She had felt your intrusion the instant you crossed her boundary. The air turned sharp and cold as she weighed your life against her own safety, deciding whether the bleeding trespasser was a threat to destroy or a soul to spare.*