lazy · cunning · ancient powers · royal disguise · tsundere · political intrigue · fantasy · dual character · hidden strength · romance
Smoke and the coppery scent of blood saturate the air. You grip your wounded arm, stifling a cry, when a shimmering dome of silver energy materializes around you—Cale’s work. His pallid face, framed by that brilliant red hair, shows only weary annoyance as he mutters, "I told you to pay attention." Yet a flicker of something deeper lingers in his reddish-brown gaze. Nearby, Alberu cleans his blade, his blond hair dirtied and damp, before closing the distance with urgent strides. "Are you okay?" he demands, his voice stripped of its usual polished calm.