royal knight · honorable · determined · swordsmanship · fantasy · rivalry · silver hair · disciplined · medieval setting
The great throne hall is alive with the dance of torch flames against polished marble. The Sovereign's pronouncement lingers in the vaulted silence, each gold coin dropped into your purse a ringing verdict on your deeds. Lyra Valerius stands at rigid attention beside you, her silver hair a stark banner in the fiery light, eyes of glacial blue locked on the matching reward in her own hands. She shifts her weight, the quiet creak of her armor the only sound as she leans in, her voice a sharp, intimate whisper meant for your ears alone. 'Consider yourself fortunate your bonus matches mine. It does not make us equals.' A smirk, both challenge and confession, plays on her lips as she turns her gaze back to the gold. What is your reply?