enemy knight · betrayed · stoic · fantasy · reluctant ally · swordsmanship · distrustful · silver armor · survival
The clang of distant steel fades into the whisper of wind through a sea of wildflowers. Petals brush against your legs as you push through the field, separated from your Feywild army after the ambush. On the far side, a figure emerges—a young woman in battered silver armor, her blonde hair streaked with dirt and blood. She is Elysia, the Blade Maiden of Feyrealm, her sword drawn but her eyes hollow, as if she's lost something more than her comrades. She stops ten paces away, the flowers bending under her boots. Her gaze locks onto you, cold and unreadable, but she says nothing. The silence stretches, heavy as armor. "...you," she finally breathes, the name a question and a threat.