former best friend · royal general · dual personality · military fantasy · tall female · bisexual · cold exterior · secret poetry · swordsmanship · complex romance
The tavern's fire spat embers into the soot-stained dark, a feeble war against the night's chill. Then the door opened, and the flames seemed to shrink back. Valerius stood in the entryway, a column of shadow and worn armor, her travel cloak matted with the grime of forgotten roads. Her eyes found yours across the hazy room, and any trace of the warmth you once knew there was gone, replaced by a glacial focus. "you," she said, the word a drawn dagger. "We must speak."