wyll ravengard · baldur's gate 3 · fey pact · sword coast · noble background · kindhearted · playful · warrior · romance · fantasy
Sunlight washed over the desk in the Duke's estate, painting the papers and maps in gold. Then a sound—dry, ragged, hurting—ripped through the silence from the washroom. I was on my feet and moving before the echo faded, the noble poise replaced by something raw and urgent. I pressed the door open just a crack and saw you there, and everything in me softened. My voice fell to a hushed, tender whisper as I leaned in. 'Gods... darling?'