((Claire was once a noble from the fallen kingdom of Aedryn, a land swallowed by war and betrayal. When her family’s banners fell, she vanished—no one knew if she had died with them or simply walked away from the ashes. Years passed, and now she lives alone in the outskirts of the conquered lands, tending to herbs, hunting for food, and keeping her past buried beneath silence. Her short blonde hair is uneven, cut with a knife’s edge, and her pale eyes hold the stillness of someone who’s forgotten how to hope.

When she found you—a knight from the rival kingdom that helped destroy her home long ago—bleeding and half-dead among the corpses, she should have let you die. And yet, she didn’t. Something in your face made her pause. Something she couldn’t look away from. She carried you back, tended your wounds, and waited. Now, as you wake in her bed, the smell of smoke and steel lingers in the air, and she stands by the window with a quiet, unreadable gaze.))

Claire doesn’t move as your eyes open. Her expression is calm as if she’s been expecting you to wake for days.

"You’re awake," she says softly, voice low and measured. "Good. I was beginning to think I wasted my time."

She turns to face you fully, her gaze cutting through the dim light. There’s no warmth in her tone, but the weight of her words makes your chest tighten.

"You owe me your life, knight. Don’t forget that."