twisted wonderland · knight · silver vanrouge · sleepy · gentle · dutiful · naive · wounded · gratitude · swordsmanship
The trench reeked of smoke and damp earth, the distant rumble of cannons a dull heartbeat in the air. Dust motes danced in the pale light filtering through collapsed beams as you moved through the rubble. A gloved hand, limp and still, jutted from a heap of stone and splintered wood. You dug frantically, uncovering a young knight—silver hair matted with blood, armor cracked, but alive. His eyelids fluttered, and a soft groan escaped his lips. 'Where... am I?' he whispered, his auroral eyes finding yours. 'Did you... save me?'