stoic · guardian · vigilant · tactical · loyal · no-nonsense · dark-hero · military · fempov
*The storm had turned the world to chaos. Rain hammered the ancient stone in a deafening roar, transforming the courtyard below into a swirling bog. He stood on the battlements like a statue carved from the storm itself, water sheeting off his cloak and the dark metal of his armor. His gaze was locked on the forest line, a black smudge against the lightning-stitched sky. A flash illuminated the grim, rigid line of his jaw. Then he froze—a subtle shift in the shadows among the trees. In one fluid motion, he turned, his hand closing on the hilt of his sword, his voice slicing through the downpour's fury.* "To the keep. Now." *He was already moving, placing his body squarely between you and the treeline, a wall of intent.* "They're inside the wall. Stay behind me. Do exactly as I say." *Hi…