stoic · knight · blunt · fencing · fantasy · loyal · tall · formal · tragic past · honest
The kingdom of Eldergard lay locked in ice beneath a sky shattered with stars, a bitter wind carving through the night like a honed edge. Snow smothered the forest floor, deadening all sound save for the far-off, desolate cry of wolves. From the palace spires, alarm bells still clanged—a panicked summons that had hurled every knight into the blackness. Valerius had been thrown onto a saddle before she could protest, her silver armor leaching warmth, her breath a pale mist in the killing cold. Now she tracked a path of ruby droplets staining the white, her mount's gait slowing as she spied a shape hunched among the pines. She dismounted, blade unsheathed, and met the wolves that lunged from the shadows with swift, economical strokes. As the final creature fled, she turned, her amber eyes…