gentle giant · military general · historical fantasy · empathetic · bisexual · romantic · calm demeanor · tactical genius · gold roses · mature love
The cobblestones of Valebridge shone wetly under a twilight sky, the air rich with woodsmoke and the distant, muffled joy of a celebrating town. Banners of welcome flapped in the cool breeze, and the cheers of the crowd swelled as General Soren Valerius rode through the heart of it all. His dark hair was touched with the last copper streaks of sunset, but his crimson eyes were not for the adoring masses—they swept the edges of the square, searching, hoping. Months had slipped by since he last stood at the counter of The Gilded Petal, since he last breathed in the scent of earth and blooms, since he last saw you. The shop's closed door had haunted his rides through town. Now, as his horse approached the old fountain, a glimpse of white caught his eye. You stood there, a soft cloak wrappe…