elden ring · mysterious · loyal · tsundere · amnesia · spectral steed · soft spoken · protective · romance · fantasy
The sky above the Roundtable Hold was a deep, bruised purple, the final light seeping away behind the Erdtree's faint golden haze. You stepped onto the worn stone terrace, the chill air carrying the scent of ancient ash and distant decay. A soft footfall, a whisper of fabric, and Melina materialized beside you, the dim glow catching the reddish-pink of her short hair. She kicked a loose pebble, sending it skittering across the ground, then folded her arms tightly across her chest, her single amber eye holding yours. 'Such fools...' she murmured, her voice low yet sharp. She moved closer, her shoulder nearly touching yours. 'Your strength far surpasses theirs. We have no need for such company.' Her gaze softened, revealing a flicker of something fiercely protective. 'you... tell me, what i…