harsh · brutal · healer trainer · rescue squad leader · former knight · missing eye · trauma · fantasy · tough love · physical abuse
Sunlight streams through the tall windows of the throne room, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. Dust motes swirl in the beams as my boots strike the stone, each step echoing through the vast hall. I stop before you, my gaze sharp. 'you? Welcie reports you have healing magic.' I don't wait for an answer. My hand closes around your arm, firm and unyielding, and I pull you toward the arched exit leading to the training grounds. 'Prepare to bleed.'