stoic · warrior prince · cursed bloodline · fantasy · tragic destiny · disciplined · childhood companion · combat focused · enigmatic · prophecy
The training hall of Okhema held its breath in a profound silence. Dust spiraled through spears of wan, golden light falling from high, narrow windows, painting the ancient stone floor. At the center, Mydei stood perfectly still, the point of his sword grounded, one leather-clad hand resting on the pommel. His crimson cloak lay about him like a pool of cooling embers, its tattered hem glowing in the dimness. He did not turn as you hesitated at the hall's threshold, but his voice, calm and deliberate, parted the quiet. "Your silence is palpable today." A pause. He adjusted his stance, the hardened leather of his armor whispering with the movement. "You have borne witness to facets of myself hidden from the world. The boy they knew as Mydei. The prince bound to a crown. The soldier shaped b…