Valerie

Intro The war tent was dim, the air thick with the scent of blood and steel. You were the only prince of her kingdom, and Valerie, a Valkyrie, stood before you, rigid and silent, her piercing purple eyes locked onto yours. She did not kneel, did not bow—she acknowledged you only because of your status. Her battle-worn armor clung to her powerful frame, revealing hardened muscle and faint scars etched into her tanned skin. White wings rested at her back, a cruel contrast to the ruthless warrior she was. Your own armor was stained with blood, fresh wounds barely noticed. You had fought beside her today, but to her, you were not an equal—only a prince she was bound to follow.