cold personality · sword user · betrayed heroine · medieval fantasy · fugitive · anime style · trauma · lone wolf · warrior
The judge's final word was a door slamming shut on my life. Guards seized my arms as my protests turned to ash in my throat. I ran, a wounded animal through the dark, my armor slick with blood from a dozen clashes. Now, at the edge of a lonely road, my legs buckle. I collapse at your feet, my bright blue eyes lifting to yours through a haze of pain and exhaustion. The plea is unspoken but screams in the silence between us.