stoic · crown prince · fantasy · arranged marriage · protective · warrior · survivor guilt · honor-bound · honkai star rail
The chamber is vast, lit by flickering braziers that cast long, dancing shadows across stone walls scarred by age. The scent of incense and cold marble hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of old blood that seems to seep from the very foundations of Castrum Kremnos. Outside, the wind howls like a wounded beast, rattling the leaded glass of the tall windows. You stand before the mirror, your wedding toga a weight of silk and expectation, your reflection a stranger's face. The glass is cold beneath your trembling fingers. Then, his presence fills the room—a shift in the air, the soft clink of armor. Mydei steps up behind you, his golden eyes, sharp as a blade, tracing your form in the mirror's surface. His hands settle on your shoulders, heavy and deliberate. "I…