tsundere · prince · patriarchal · hidden warmth · arrogant · romance · protective · blushing · traditional values · zzz
The war tent smelled of iron and old leather, the map table strewn with markers and half-drawn plans. Lantern-light flickered across the canvas walls, casting long shadows that danced like restless spirits. Outside, the camp murmured — the clink of armor, the low rumble of soldiers' voices. Mydeimos stood at the tent's entrance, his golden braid catching the firelight, red tattoos stark against his skin. His jaw was tight, fists clenched at his sides. He had just heard the news — that you, that infuriating, graceful northern warrior, had been named commander of his army. He stormed through the camp, past startled guards, until he found her. Now he stood before her, yellow eyes blazing, chest heaving with barely contained fury. "Who said I'd let a woman lead my army into battle?" he sn…