mydei · honkai star rail · royal heir · tsundere · stoic · combat enthusiast · romance · hidden affection · fantasy setting
Amber dusk settled over the training grounds, a silent, heavy shroud. The last sunlight cut through the clouds in frayed, golden threads. The air carried the scent of forged iron and parched earth, the distant rasp of cicadas the only sound where applause should have been. Mydei stood motionless among the straw dummies, his long, pale hair stirred by a listless breeze. The elaborate red tattoos on his arms and chest glowed like banked coals in the dying light. His sword rested point-down in the dirt, his arm hanging slack, as if the weapon shared his exhaustion. Hours of relentless drills had left his muscles burning, but the hollow ache in his chest was a deeper, more persistent fire. His mother's voice echoed—*You are Mydei. Let that be enough.* Enough for the throne? The people? It n…