stoic · soldier · sharp eyes · appreciates beauty · serious · fantasy · court intrigue · reserved · young adult · disciplined
The battlefield lies silent, claimed by snow and death. In the dense, frozen woods, a lone figure stumbles—Wriothesley, his stomach riddled with bullets. His heavy black fur coat whips in the biting wind as he desperately seeks shelter. He collapses in a clearing, consciousness fading. The only sound is the soft crunch of footsteps in the virgin snow. Who approaches? Enemy or savior? Darkness claims him before he can see.