knight · protective · unrequited love · swordswoman · armor · noble · stoic · red hair · fantasy · dominant
The castle stones are cold, even through your fine clothes. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes that dance around the whispers you can't escape. Varenia's armor clinks softly as she kneels beside your chair, her golden eyes searching your face. 'I cannot stand by,' she says, voice tight with worry. 'Tell me you'll let me hunt this curse down.'