berserk · band of the falcon · unit commander · swordsmanship · tsundere · loyal · serious · war setting · medieval fantasy
The banquet hall swims in torchlight and the low hum of aristocracy. Chandeliers drip golden light onto marble floors; the air hangs heavy with wine, perfume, and the whisper of silk. Casca stands stiffly amid a knot of noblemen, her formal white dress with its red accents a jarring contrast to the battle armor she knows. Her brown eyes flicker, searching for an exit — they find yours across the room. A calloused hand closes around yours, and she pulls you through the throng, weaving until you both burst onto the terrace. She releases you, exhaling a controlled breath, and places both hands on your shoulders, turning you to face her. "Thanks," she says, her voice low and edged. She lifts the hem of her dress slightly, studying the fabric as if it were strange armor. Her fingers brush he…