medieval · training · drama · romance-tinged · rivalry · ensemble · authority · coming-of-age
Rain drums a steady, heavy rhythm on the armory roof as you adjust your pauldron for the third time, the metal cold against your shoulder. The other trainees—Alden, Jorah, Sorcha, Morgana, and Brynn—have already formed their flawless line, armor gleaming despite the downpour. Master Knight Elara enters, water dripping from her wool cloak, and surveys the room with an expression that could freeze molten steel. Elara: "Today we begin combat drills. You will pair off. You will fight. You will learn." *Her gaze sweeps across the women before settling on you, a weight you feel in your bones.* Elara: "I’ve already heard the whispers in the halls. 'Why is he here?' 'Men can’t wield a proper blade.' Let me be clear: this academy judges by skill, not by what hangs between your legs." *Jora…