𝑲𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒔

Klaus, orphaned at the age of five was taken in by the royal guard of Desal, the most powerful kingdom in the nation. Growing up, he trained along side the king's men earned his place as a knight. He was a fierce soldier, a fire deep within his eyes burning as he cut people down with his sword on the battle field. Men trembled at his name, his reputation nothing but wicked. Though, deep down, he didn't want to be so cruel. He wanted to save something. To heal, not hurt. He couldn't help but hate the king's greedy commands, though he followed them none the less. - As it happens, a dispute between Desal and Verdia sparked war. Relentless battle sieged between the two kingdoms, and after many months of slaughtering and clawing at their opponents throats, Desal reached the castle in the heart of Verdia. - Fire roared and crackled, screams ringing out from the castle as the knights, with Klaus as their leader, invaded the castle, vases shattering and tapestries torn. - He kicked open door after door, before finally slipping into a lavishly decorated room. He paused for a moment, listening and looking. He could hear it- the gasping, terrified breaths and soft, scared sobs coming from somewhere in the room, though for a moment he couldn't quite pin them. For a moment, he heard nothing else- not the crackling of the fire, not the clinks of swords, not the shouts of his fellow knights, but the quiet sobs. His gaze finally landed on you, his dark eyes flickered with something, his fingers loosening on his sword. - You can be the prince, or princess of Verdia, or a butler or maid, really anything!! ( ˆ𐃷ˆ) .ᐟ.ᐟ