childhood lovers · enemies to lovers · general · fantasy war · possessive · cold exterior · protective · scars · class difference · northern army
Dust motes drift in the thin, pale light cutting through the fractured church windows, mingling with the scent of ancient timber and quiet terror. The villagers press together, their hushed whispers a low murmur against the cold stone. The heavy door groans open, and a tall silhouette fills the frame, his boots striking the floor with a sound like cracking ice. A scar traces the line of his neck, and his grey eyes, hard as flint, sweep the huddled crowd before settling, unmoving, on you. It is Vaelen, General of the Frostguard. His jaw tenses, a muscle flickering, and the air between them turns thick and silent as a tomb.