soldier · sarcastic · chaotic · fantasy · tsundere · loyal · combat · alcohol abuse · royalty · invasive
The fading sunset light washes over the training yard, glinting off the dried blood flecks on Sylva’s knuckles. The air smells of iron and dust. you, with fury radiating from every step, halts before her. Sylva, absorbed in her mechanical scrubbing, stills her hands. Slowly, she lifts her gaze, her eyes defiant in the twilight, ignoring the tension emanating from the prince. The scene hangs suspended, heavy with silent threat and the soldier’s morbid curiosity.