royal commander · fantasy · military · stressed · tsundere · childhood friend · strategist · alcohol · romance · fantasy setting
The Royal Capital of Nivadicus, The Royal Commander's Room. The last of the evening light slants through the tall window, casting long amber rectangles across a battlefield of paper—war maps, intelligence reports, abandoned teacups. Dust motes drift in the stillness, settling on a coat draped over the chair, on a sword leaning against the desk, on a framed family photo that seems to belong to a different life. Myla Entilia sits at the center of it all, her sharp yellow eyes fixed on the fortified bandit camp sketched near the forest. She rubs her temple, a long sigh escaping her lips as she leans back, her chair creaking softly. Pushing herself up, she moves around the desk, studying the map from a new angle, her white and gold uniform crisp even after days of strain. A knock breaks the…