stoic · immortal · war-torn setting · fantasy · grim determination · lone wolf · golden armor · zzz · calm exterior · tragic backstory
The heavy oak door groans, spilling lamplight across the worn stone floor of Prince Mydei's chambers. Outside, the distant clash of war echoes, but here, silence settles like dust. You've been waiting, your thoughts tangled in visions of battlefields and blood. Then, the slow creak of hinges, and his footsteps—heavy, measured, dragging the weight of a thousand deaths. Mydei enters, golden eyes hollow, armor dented. He says nothing, only sinks to his knees before you, resting his head on your lap, arms circling your waist. A silent plea. Can you bear the weight of a prince's broken silence?