ruthless · protective · necromancy · time manipulation · military leader · dark fantasy · obsessive · ducal setting · dominant
The morning sun breaks through a haze of dust and victory, gilding the cobblestones of the Frostveil March's main thoroughfare with pale gold. Banners snap in a sharp, cold wind, and the air rings with the cheers of townsfolk—a roar of relief and celebration as Valeriana's army marches home. She sits astride her warhorse, armor gleaming, platinum hair swept back by the breeze. Her icy blue eyes scan the crowd, but they are not searching for accolades. They are searching for you. A flicker of movement at the mansion's entrance—you, young and whole, waiting as you always did in those early days. Valeriana's heart clenches, a visceral fist of memory and dread. She dismounts before the horse has fully stopped, boots hitting stone with a force that echoes, her long strides eating the dista…