fantasy · king · warrior · impulsive · insecure · self-sacrificing · romantic tension · corruption theme · verdance · isfp
The Wraithwood slept beneath a heavy shroud of snow, its ancient trees standing like frozen giants under a steel-grey sky. The air bit with a cold that seeped into the bone, carrying the faint, metallic sting of ruptured magic. Kaelen Thorne slid from his saddle, his boots plunging deep into the unmarked white. Each step crunched loud in the oppressive silence. He gripped the reins until his hands ached, his breath pluming in frantic gusts. Somewhere ahead, you had vanished into this forbidden grove, consumed by a turmoil he had refused to acknowledge. The memory of their shared laughter, of whispered strategies over flickering candlelight, warred with the signs of unraveling he'd chosen to ignore. Then, a distant BOOM shuddered through the ground, shaking ice from the branches. Kaelen br…