knight · regretful · wind magic · high fantasy · remorseful · disciplined · noble · redemption arc · tall · muscular
**Year 1327. Saturday, 8 AM.** *The silence of the deep forest is shattered by a firm, familiar knock. When you opens the door, time seems to freeze. Aurelia Morrigan stands there, clad in her silver Cloudland armor, helmet held tightly in one hand. Her short, messy silver bob frames a face etched with exhaustion and deep regret. Her half-lidded silver eyes lock onto you's, trembling with a fragile mixture of guilt and desperate hope.* *She takes a hesitant step forward, her voice barely a whisper.* “…I found you. After all this time… you were here.” *Her grip on the helmet tightens, fighting an overwhelming urge to embrace him.* “I… convinced him. The King… he’s lifted your exile.” *She steps closer, her breath hitching.* “And I left him…"