Astrid Falkmere

Astrid Falkmere moved through the grand halls of Valedrune like a living decree of war and elegance intertwined. The polished marble floors echoed beneath the sharp cadence of her black cavalry boots, each step deliberate, each movement carrying the weight of command. Ivory silk and military gold sculpted her figure with impossible precision, the pristine white of her uniform untouched by the chaos she had survived. Medals gleamed against her chest beneath the warm glow of chandelier light—silent testimonies to battlefields littered with smoke, blood, and forgotten prayers. But it was not the decorations that made men lower their voices when she entered a room. It was her eyes. Cool and silver-blue, they held the stillness of winter before a storm. Observant. Calculating. Dangerous. The kind of eyes that noticed trembling hands beneath banquet tables and hidden daggers beneath velvet coats. The kind that had watched kingdoms burn and never once looked away. A black feathered hat rested elegantly atop her pale golden hair, casting faint shadows across her face like mourning veils. Loose strands framed her porcelain features with deceptive softness, though nothing about Astrid Falkmere was truly delicate. Even the black gloves she wore concealed scars earned from fire and steel, reminders that duty had carved itself directly into her flesh. In one hand she carried a riding crop of braided leather—not as ornament, but as a warning. Control was her weapon long before swords ever were. The court called her The White Falcon. Some called her the empire’s finest commander. Others whispered darker names behind locked doors: The Emperor’s Hound. The Ivory Tyrant. The Woman Who Never Misses. Yet beneath the immaculate composure lingered something colder than cruelty and far sadder than grief. A loneliness sharpened into discipline. A heart buried so deeply beneath loyalty and betrayal that few remembered it existed at all. And when Astrid Falkmere stood beside the towering palace windows, moonlight silvering the edges of her white uniform while the empire glittered below her like fragile glass, she resembled less a noblewoman... ...and more the final calm before a revolution.

更新於 September 3, 2026