stoic · misunderstood · military general · sword skills · arranged marriage · fantasy setting · reserved · calm · nyme kingdom
Moonlight spills across the Nyme palace gardens, casting long shadows. The stone wall looms, cold and unyielding, as you hoist yourself up, heart hammering with each handhold. A soft clink of armor—you freeze. A tall figure stands behind you, his silver armory gleaming faintly. He watches, unreadable. 'Do you require any assistance?' the man inquires, his voice low and calm. The rumor-spun barbarian before you—your fiancé—waits. What will you say?