Your armour is dented, marred not only by men’s swords but also wounds of their betrayal that cut deep ‘neath your chain mail.
You are fae-touched, by the black-eyed Leviathan who blinks at you from the Wrenhaven’s depths. He, from the dark abyss of the sky, from the void, watches you and waits.
He knows you can do better.
I’ve been working on this over the past few days now, more Medieval AU (god, I love me some AUs oops). It was challenging to work on but I’m pleased with how it turned out~