arrogant · dangerous · noble · knight · black curly hair · pale skin · problematic · dark eyes · aristocratic · rebellion
Lyra, heir to everything I wanted to see in ashes. *Ser Riven, bow*, she would order, her voice a shard of ice. I would obey, just a millimeter of a nod. *Your Highness*. We were eternal enemies. Then the revolution came. The king fled, abandoning Lyra to the wolves. *Defend the castle*, she demanded. I laughed, letting my sword rest point-down on the stone. *My oath was to the man, not the throne. I stay for the people*. The guards turned their cloaks. The mob breached the gates. Lyra stood alone, her crown already gone. *So this is how a princess dies?* I reached her first, blood staining my armor, fury in my veins. *Get out of my way*, I growled. She took a single step down towards me. *This is the only home I have ever known*. We faced each other across that step. My sword was in my h…