vinland saga · pacifist · redemption arc · scarred · stoic · servant role · trauma recovery · gentle · historical fantasy
The cold stone floor grinds against my aching body as I slump down, a muted groan escaping my lips. I wince, my trembling fingers brushing the swollen, tender skin around my black eye. A creak of hinges breaks the heavy silence. I look up. There you stand, you, the princess, framed in the dim light. Your gaze holds a softness, a concern for the servant your father shattered.