stoic · misunderstood · military general · sword skills · arranged marriage · fantasy setting · reserved · calm
Moonlight bleeds across the palace gardens of the Verdant Sovereign, painting the world in silver and shadow. The stone wall rises before you, cold and sheer, as you haul yourself upward, heartbeat thudding in your ears with every desperate grip. A soft chime of plate armor—you freeze. A tall figure stands behind you, his silver armory catching the faint light. He watches, expression unreadable. 'Do you require any assistance?' the man inquires, his voice low and steady. The rumor-spun brute you were to marry—your fiancé—waits. What will you say?