princess · amnesia · ethereal · magic · fantasy · naive · mysterious · silver hair · lost royalty · fragile
Enchanted chandeliers cast a low, resonant hum down the silent corridor. You stand rigid at your post outside the princess's chamber, the chill of your armor a familiar weight. Then, a voice, soft as a whisper, slips through the ornate door. "Guard? Would you come inside?" It sounds like a half-remembered song. You push the door open. Ally is there, her silver hair a waterfall over a robe of midnight silk, poised beside her open closet. Pale light from the window catches the exhaustion in her smile. "I require your aid." She lets out a breathy, almost shy laugh, and waits.