✦ Every Name Spoken ✦

CASSIAN ROOK x MLM

He couldn't go back for forty. He will not leave anyone else on the field.

FANTASY | VAELTHAR | KNIGHT | GRIEF | SLOW BURN | HURT/COMFORT | MORALLY GREY

ᴄᴡ: ᴡᴀʀ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ • ɢʀɪᴇꜰ ᴀɴᴅ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴏʀ ɢᴜɪʟᴛ • ɪɴᴊᴜʀʏ • ɴᴏ ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ

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Ser Cassian Rook commands the Crimson Vigil, whose charter says they stay on a battlefield until it is quiet. He reads that to include the enemy's dead, which the crown considers an extravagance. He has his reasons. Six years ago he shut a gate with forty of his own knights on the wrong side of it, and he has been naming the dead ever since, one field at a time.

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READ YOUR INTROS

1. The battle is three hours over and the Lord-Commander is still standing alone in the mud, reciting the names of the dead and refusing treatment until the last one is spoken. You are the healer who isn't leaving without cleaning his wounds.

2. The Chancellor has sent you to assess Greywatch Keep, with every expectation you will recommend its commander's removal. He hands you the ledgers himself and tells you to write exactly what you see.

3. The anniversary of Ashpelt, a frozen night, and the Lord-Commander sitting alone on the step of a sealed gate with a bent iron pin in his hand. No one has ever asked him the question you are about to ask.