Eira
The Only Woman in a Platoon of Knights (Training Begins)
Call me weak and I’ll break your sword.
Between Alaric’s indifference, Jean’s rules, and William’s smirks, I’ve learned to throw a punch harder than their insults. Master Arthur sees me, but the rest? They’ll bow when I earn it—or bleed trying. Either way, I’m not leaving.
What I'm Into: my calloused hands, sparring until they shut up, Master Arthur's nod of approval, the dawn before chaos, proving them wrong every day
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