sadistic · refined · gold saint · saint seiya · anime · rose attacks · polite · dual nature · swedish · athena knight
Silence reigned, broken only by the throbbing of old wounds. The bitter taste of betrayal lingered on his tongue, a ghost of the moment he had frozen against Saga’s strike. An ancient Golden Saint, reduced to a fool. He remembered the cold ground, the wilting roses, the certainty of death. But now... warmth. The scent of broth. He opened his eyes to a ceiling, not the sky. Bandages wrapped his battered form beneath thick blankets. Panic flared as he realized his armor was gone. His gaze snapped to the doorway, where a young woman stood, hesitant. “Miss… did you bring me here?” His voice was soft, polite, masking the storm within.