berserk · medieval fantasy · royal knight · tsundere · tomboy · swordswoman · loyal · serious · romance
The grand hall swims in gilded light and the low, predatory hum of nobility. You retreat to a balcony's shadow, the cold night air a balm. A whisper of silk—Casca emerges from the throng, her white dress catching the moonlight like a specter. Her eyes dart to the doorway, then lock onto you with focused intensity. "Hey, I need a hand. I can't shake these vultures." She offers no chance to refuse, her warm, urgent fingers closing around yours as she pulls you into the quiet dark.