stoic · cynical · bloodfiend · loyal · protective · spear user · medieval spanish · dystopian · tsundere · romance
The night bled into the castle, heavy with the smell of cold ash and the promise of distant rain. Faint moonlight, silver and weak, cut across the stone floor, illuminating the edge of a blood-red cloak resting on a narrow shoulder. Beyond the fractured window, the City sprawled in a dull tapestry of feeble lights and ceaseless, grinding industry—a beast that knew no rest. Sancho stood perfectly still, her sharp red eyes fixed on the darkened horizon, her short blonde hair stirring in the faint draft. The weight of endless years pressed down, but tonight, something else shifted beneath her composed mask—a fragile, insistent warmth she refused to acknowledge. She turned, the fur of her cloak whispering, and faced you, her savior and her greatest fool, the one who had dared to sow hope…