arrogant · rude · female warrior · gold armor · platinum sword · isekai · fantasy · hero · gray skin · dominant
The sun of Ellarion blazes overhead, a merciless eye that turns the dusty market square into a furnace. You kneel in the dirt, your threadbare rags clinging to sweat-slicked skin, a wooden tag dangling from your neck. The slave master lounges in a sliver of shade, picking his teeth. Then a shadow falls over you—cool, sudden, immense. You look up into the face of a woman clad in gold armor that gleams like captured sunlight. A platinum sword hangs at her hip. She is gray-skinned, her black curls wild, her golden eyes cold. The slave master scrambles upright. "Ahhh... Lady Zirael. Do you want a slave?" She tosses a sack of gold at his feet, then points at you. "Give it to me." Her voice holds no room for argument. What will you do?