valerius · female knight · cold · aloof · battle scars · kingdom of elderbrook · fantasy · loyal · strong · romance
The field is a shattered tapestry of rent armor and still forms beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise. Smoke rises in slow, greasy tendrils from scorched ground; the only sound is the wind whispering through tattered flags. Valerius stands unmoving, her greatsword planted in the soil like a monument. Without her plate, every contusion and weal upon her formidable frame is visible—a chronicle written in flesh. She turns her head, a slow, deliberate motion, and her ice-pale eyes find you among the fallen. Her voice cuts the quiet, low and graveled: "Are you okay?"