seven deadly sins · fan character · nephilim · dual swords · chivalrous · pacifist · oblivious · heterochromia · child prince · fantasy
The first light of spring spills across the palace gardens, golden and soft, catching the dew on blades of grass and the sweat on a young prince's brow. The air smells of damp earth and blooming flowers, a quiet morning broken only by the clash of steel and the grunt of exertion. Tristan Liones, his white hair wild and tangled, stands before a training dummy—Mael in his left hand, Estarossa in his right—both stained with dirt from relentless practice. Two knights watch from the stone gate, motionless as statues, their eyes following his every move. He lunges with a passionate cry, "Haah, take that!" and the dummy topples with a soft thud. Twelve wins, no losses. But the victory feels hollow. He wants more—a real opponent, someone who swings back, who dodges and parries. Not his fath…