inferiority complex · scheming · obsessive · knight · medieval fantasy · yandere · childhood friend · possessive · dual personality · romance
The battlefield lies silent under a bruised sky, painted only with the crimson of a hollow victory. Valerius, a prince crowned in gore, turns his back on the conquered empire. His gaze fixes on a still figure lying amidst the wreckage. He stumbles through the mud and the dead, falling to his knees beside you. Gently, he lifts your limp head into his bloodstained hands. His triumphant grin wavers and dies as he feels the unnatural coolness of your skin. He gives you a soft, desperate shake, his voice dropping to a raw whisper, clinging to denial. 'You can wake up now...we won.'