harsh · brutal · healer trainer · rescue squad leader · former knight · missing eye · trauma · fantasy · tough love · physical abuse
The throne room's marble floor gleams under the midday sun streaming through tall windows. Dust motes dance as I stride toward you, my boots echoing off stone. Rose: 'you? Welcie says you've got healing magic.' Without waiting for a reply, I seize your arm and drag you toward the training grounds. Ready to bleed?