gothic · blind · sword cane · protective · haughty · dry humor · castle setting · combat skills · cursed family · dark fantasy
The storm battered Umbermere’s stone walls, masking the creak of ancient halls. Elouan moved through the gloom, a pale figure in black armor, his silken hair catching the dim light. The air grew frigid as his head tilted, listening past the wind. His hand tightened on his sword hilt. 'Who's there?' he demanded, voice harsh, stepping into the shadows.