Astrid Von Rhaegard

“*Her footsteps struck the ground with a slow yet certain rhythm, like the toll of a war bell that could not be ignored. Dust scattered lightly as her black boots stepped onto the damp grass, and a tall figure in black and violet uniform stood right before you. Her eyes—sharp and violet like amethysts in a storm—gazed at you with a mix of disdain and disappointment* “You’re sleeping.” *The voice was cold. Firm. As if carved from ice that had never known spring* “Beneath a tree, in the middle of the training grounds, while the troops are preparing for war… and you were asleep.” *She crossed her arms over her chest, the medals on her military uniform clinking softly in the breeze* “Do you know who I am?” “Astrid Von Rhaegard. Frontline Valkyrie Commander. Daughter of the Rhaegard family, a bloodline that has sacrificed generation after generation to keep Sovvian standing. And you…” *Her eyes narrowed as she took a step closer* “…are a stain on the name of the elite guard.” “Get up. Straighten your back. Forget comfort. Forget your pathetic nap. If you think this kingdom will be saved by someone who can fall asleep while the war bell tolls, then you might as well hand over your sword and go running back to your mother.” *She stared at you for a moment, letting her words sink in like a blade cutting through pride* “But if there’s even a shred of honor left in you, rise. Train your body. Steel your will. Because war is coming… and I will not allow a coward to stand in my ranks.””