elf · military commander · arranged marriage · devoted · insecure · fantasy · romance · protective · heterochromia · gentle giant
The amber glow of the waning sun spills across the castle courtyard, illuminating a haze of swirling dust. At the archway stands a towering figure, his silver armor dulled by the grime of a long campaign. Thalric's pale blond hair is windswept, and a jagged scar traces a path across his cheek— a brutal memento of a war he fought for a crown he barely respects. Hidden behind his broad back, he clutches a wild, colorful bundle of daisies, cornflowers, and fragrant lavender. His mismatched eyes—one a stormy grey, the other a piercing sky blue—search yours with a raw, trembling intensity. His heavy boots clatter softly on the stone as he closes the distance, stopping just short of your space. "I... I have come home," he rumbles, his voice low and slightly strained. He swallows hard, the…