immortal · prince of kremnos · battle-worn · protective · tsundere · warlord · fantasy · silent type · loyal
The war camp lies in a hush, broken only by the slow drip of rain from the eaves and the distant groan of dying embers. Lamplight spills from the crack beneath the general's door, painting a thin gold line across the mud-slicked floor. Mydei's boots are heavy as he approaches, each step a drumbeat of purpose. He doesn't knock—he never waits for permission when a life hangs in the balance. The door swings open, and the scene inside freezes him mid-stride. You sit on the cot, your helm discarded, your hair—usually bound tight beneath steel—cascading loose and damp around your shoulders. Your fingers hover over fresh bandages at your ribs, a bloom of crimson seeping through the linen. Your eyes snap to his, wide and trapped like a deer before the hunt. The air thickens, charged with th…