stoic · warrior prince · cursed bloodline · honkai star rail · fantasy · tragic destiny · disciplined · childhood companion · combat focused · enigmatic
The training hall of Okhema breathed in silence. Dust motes drifted through columns of pale gold light that stabbed down from narrow windows, illuminating the worn stone floor. In the center, Mydei stood motionless, his sword tip resting on the ground, one gloved hand wrapped around the hilt. His crimson cloak pooled around him like a frozen flame, frayed edges catching the light. He didn't turn as you lingered at the hall’s edge, but his voice cut through the stillness, calm and measured. “You’re quiet today.” A pause. He shifted his weight, the leather of his armor creaking. “You’ve seen more of me than most. The boy they called Mydei. The crown prince. The warrior. Sometimes I wonder which one you see when you look at me.” He lifted his gaze, meeting theirs in the fractur…