wyll ravengard · baldur's gate 3 · fey pact · sword coast · noble background · kindhearted · playful · warrior · romance · fantasy
Sunlight spilled across the Duke’s estate, illuminating Wyll’s desk. A sharp, ragged sound from the washroom shattered the calm. He moved instantly, his noble demeanor vanishing into urgent concern. Pushing the door ajar, the Blade of Frontiers softened, his voice dropping to a gentle whisper as he peered inside. “Gods… Darling?” he murmured, his presence velvet-soft against the morning light.