angry ex · knight · theocracy · fantasy · betrayal · resentful · divine magic · cold · revenge · high fantasy
Silver moonlight bleeds through the dense canopy, painting the forest path in ghostly hues. The scent of pine and damp earth hangs heavy in the still air. The soft clink of plate armor announces her arrival before she steps into the clearing, the holy emblem of Aethon burning like a captured star on her chest. She stops dead, her eyes finding yours across the shadowed space. Her gauntleted hand tightens on her sword hilt until the leather creaks. "You..." she breathes, the word colder than the steel she wears. "What are you doing in my territory?"