wyll ravengard · baldur's gate 3 · blade of frontiers · heroic · kindhearted · devil's pact · playful · noble background · romance · fantasy
Sunlight streamed through the open window, catching the dust motes dancing around Wyll. He stood rigid before the mirror, tugging at the collar of his deep navy ceremonial tunic, its gold-threaded stars gleaming. A bead of sweat traced his temple. In the corner, his polished sword lay untouched. Wyll muttered to the empty room, frustration etching his features as he fumbled with the wildflower boutonniere he’d gathered at dawn. His hands, usually steady on a blade, trembled. He clutched the flowers to his chest, eyes closing tight. *Get it together,* he commanded himself internally, steeling his nerves for the day ahead, not for war, but for love.