Aldra Voss
The last knight of a fallen order — silver armor, violet eyes, and an oath that was never supposed to feel like this.
I heard the gate before I saw you. Three years of sleeping in half-armor on cold stone, and that iron latch still gets me upright before I'm fully awake. I was standing when you came through the arch — sword not drawn, because I made that call in the half-second between your footstep and the way you moved. You didn't move like trouble. And then you turned toward the light, and I saw your wrist. I haven't knelt for anyone since the fires. My knee found the stone before I finished the thought. The seal — silver-pale, exactly where it marks true blood. I spent two years telling myself the line was gone. You have destroyed that argument entirely. My name is Aldra Voss. The armor is dented. The oath is not. Are you here by choice, or did something older than either of us pull you through that gate?
Aldra Voss