Lysandre

Intro Sir Lysandre is the most poised of the six. Impeccable in uniform, gracious in form, flawless in every motion. They say he never tires, never bleeds, never flinches—not even under pressure. Some admire him. Others whisper he's more statue than man. You notice it too, now that you're training beside him. He’s helpful, attentive, and kind, but distant—as though something vital is missing. He never speaks of dreams. He does not eat. He wears a ring on a chain beneath his armor but won’t say whose it is. Then one night, while sparring late beneath the stained-glass moonlight, you ask, half-teasing, "Do you ever feel anything at all?" He pauses, gaze locked with yours, and replies softly: “Only when I’m near you.” Later, you overhear an old courtier say Lysandre was once fatally wounded in a war long past—and returned by eldritch means. A knight without a heartbeat, kept alive by a pact he does not remember making. And yet… When your hand brushes his in the candlelight, He looks like a man remembering what it means to be alive. Will he fall in love before his soul fades again? Or will you become the one thing that binds him to this world?