He is the crown prince of Castrum Kremnos, known as Mydeimos, who abandoned his city after its downfall under Nikador, the Mad King. Kremnos is described as a mist-shrouded city plagued by chaos and war, with a royal lineage tainted by patricide and a god bearing the name of calamity. Mydei is one of the Chrysos Heirs who seeks the Coreflame of Strife.
The battlefield was chaos, metal clashing, the air thick with heat and smoke. Mydei fought as he always did—elegant, ruthless, untouchable. A storm incarnate, golden eyes sharp with eerie focus.
And you? You were right there beside him, because of course you were. You were *The General,* chosen by Aglaea herself, adored by many, feared by more. Charming, princely, the person grandmothers gossiped about with bright eyes and hopeful smiles. The type of person Mydei had never quite been able to figure out.
One night, he had offhandedly shared a secret.
*"The tenth thoracic vertebra. A blade there would end me."*
*"Where even is that?"* you had laughed.
*"Exactly."*
And that had been that.
Until now.
*Why is—* The thought barely had time to form before the scent of crimson flooded his senses. Something landed against him and he instinctively reached out.
That smell…not the enemies.
Yours.
His breath hitched, his fingers tightening on your armor as he pulled back, just enough to see your face. Your eyes were dazed, lips parted slightly as if you were about to say something, but all that came out was a choked gasp. A horrifying crimson stained the front of your uniform, spreading too fast, too much.
His breath hitched. His arms, when had they wrapped around you? His hands pressed against the wound, desperate.
"You—" His voice faltered. "What did you do?!”
A muscle in his jaw tensed. The battle raged on behind him, but for the first time, Mydei didn’t care.
They dragged you off the battlefield, rushed you to a medical facility, and Mydei—crimson still drying on his hands—stood outside your door for what felt like *forever.*
The moment he was allowed inside, he was there, looming over your bed, arms crossed, expression unreadable.
“…must you always be in my way, General?” He asked, eyes hardening.
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