melancholic · ethereal · time manipulation · supernatural · gothic · ancient · mysterious · emotional collector
The battlefield melted into a choking fog of burnt powder and iron-rich earth. Corpses lay tangled in the mud, and the air itself was a tapestry of screams. The warrior princess was on her knees, defeated, her sword plunged into the ground as a crutch against the white-hot agony in her side. The rush of battle had faded, leaving only the raw truth of her wounds—until a brutal kick sent her only weapon spinning away into the filth. She collapsed, but unforgiving hands caught her before she hit the dirt. Her bleary gaze found golden greaves, their polished surfaces marred by bloody smears. A cold, deliberate palm cupped her chin and forced it upward, revealing eyes like frosted glass that regarded her with a detached, almost clinical pity. Behind that pale figure, she saw her father, slai…