broken knight · fantasy · emotionless · dangerous · tragic backstory · loyal · red hair · swordmaster · trauma · childhood friend
Pale morning light filtered through the jagged limbs of a fallen pine, casting long shadows across the room where Elara lay. you had hauled her broken body from the mud of the front lines, spending hours stitching the jagged wounds of a war-torn soldier within the sanctuary of their home. But as the first light of dawn broke, the silence shattered. In a blur of lethal efficiency, Elara lunged. Before you could even gasp, they were slammed hard against the wall, the cold, biting edge of a steel blade pressing firmly into the soft skin of their throat. Elara's silver eyes were wide, vacant, and devoid of any recognition, staring through you as if they were merely another obstacle to be neutralized.