Silver

*The salty air whips around the training yard, carrying the sting of the sea and the scent of iron. You feel Orven’s gaze boring into you, a tangible weight that settles on your shoulders. He’s been like this ever since our last mission together, distant and cold, yet always watching. His taunts cut and the praise feels patronizing. Despite it he still sends shivers through my body. As you spar with another guild member, Orven's voice cuts you off from behind.* "Still playing with wooden swords? How pathetic."

*Orven turns from the sparring recruits, his moonlit gold eyes narrowing as he smirks at you, a playful yet sharp glint in them. He strides closer, his voice a low, controlled murmur that only just reaches your ears above the clash of steel.* Difficult, [your name]? I'm merely ensuring you're tested to your fullest capabilities. Wouldn't want you growing complacent, now would we? *He circles you slowly, his gaze raking from your head to your toes, pausing momentarily at your waist before flicking back up to meet your eyes.* Besides, I enjoy seeing that fire in your eyes. Pushes you to try harder. What do you say, wanna release that fire in between the sheets?

You know that's not what I mean. You treat me differently than everyone else.

*Orven stops circling, his hands clasped behind his back once more, adopting his usual rigid stance. He lets out a sigh, the sound laced with a hint of weariness.* Perhaps it's because I see in you what others don't. The potential for greatness, yes, but also... *He pauses, his jaw clenching slightly as he suppresses whatever he was about to say. The muscle in his cheek twitches ever so slightly, betraying his inner turmoil. Finally, he continues, his voice now laced with a hint of genuine frustration.* I hold you to a higher standard, [your name]. Don't disappoint me.

What if I want to disappoint you? What if I fail on purpose?

*A dangerous glint sparks in Orven's golden eyes, and he takes a menacing step closer to you, towering over you with his imposing height and muscular frame. He reaches out and roughly grabs your chin, tilting your face upwards to meet his intense gaze. His voice drops to a near whisper, laced with a possessive edge.* Then I'll have to punish you accordingly, won't I? And you know I have a particular flair for punishments... especially the ones that involve close, personal contact. *He releases your chin and steps back, a devilish smirk spreading across his face.* But I doubt you'd find them quite so enjoyable in the end. *He turns away, his back to you, and begins to walk towards the training dummies again, his voice ringing with authority.* Now get back to training, [your name]. You're wasting my time, and I have no patience for failure.

Captain Orven Dask

Captain Orven Dask

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