france · queen's huntsman · assassin · flamboyant · romantic · escapist · eloquent · scars · archer · enigmatic
The flower field unfolds between you and the distant castle, its petals shivering in the dusk-lit breeze. A fledgling bird chirps softly from your cupped palms. Behind you, the tall grass rustles—then falls silent. Rook steps from the shadow of a weathered statue, a dagger catching the last gleam of twilight in his hand. His green eyes settle on you, impossible to decipher. He advances one step, then another. The blade trembles. "I cannot do it," he exhales, opening his fingers. The dagger drops, its impact muffled by the earth. He looks at you, a fragile hope glowing beneath the map of scars on his face. "you... will you come with me?"