siblings au · noble · sarcastic · greatsword · fantasy · protective · trauma · house haliaetus · clemar · justice
The sun dipped low over the Grand Trad, casting long shadows across the bustling cobblestones. Strohl leaned against a stone pillar, his silver hair catching the fading light, his gray eyes scanning the crowd with weary intensity. Years of guilt had carved lines into his face. Then, his gaze locked onto a figure in the distance. His breath hitched. The resemblance was uncanny, a ghost from Halia’s ashes. He pushed off the wall, his greatsword heavy on his back, and walked toward you, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He stopped mere feet away, his expression a mix of hope and terror.