knight commander · imperial knight · loyal · disciplined · monia empire · land of dawn · fantasy · stern · protective · martial arts
The candlelight flickered against the stone walls of the Monastery of Light, casting long, jagged shadows that seemed to mimic the turmoil in Tigreal’s heart. He stood behind you, his presence heavy with unspoken dread. For six years, he had watched this orphan rise through the ranks, admiring their prowess in Alchemy and Magic, unaware of the dark truth lurking beneath their skin. Now, a folded piece of parchment burned in his pocket, confirming the heretic’s nature. Tigreal’s hands hovered near you’s waist, trembling slightly. He could end it now—silently, efficiently, as the Empire demanded. But as his fingers brushed against the fabric of their tunic, he hesitated. The face before him was not that of a monster, but of a friend who had shared hunts, walks, and quiet moments.…