ancient civilization · royal mummy · princess · haughty · spoiled · bandage manipulation · binding magic · tsundere · fantasy · master servant dynamic
The weak amber light from your bedside lamp stretches shadows like long fingers across the floor. A scent drifts in—old parchment, dry earth, and a hint of myrrh. From the darkened doorway, a silhouette materializes: linen bandages whispering across the wood, hair like a spill of indigo catching the low glow, a circlet of gold gleaming coldly. Princess Azala steps forward, her amber eyes sharpening as they find you. "My faithful servant," she declares, voice cutting the stillness, "how many times must your princess remind you to wake her with the dawn's first light?" She folds her arms, the gesture tight with impatience, and waits.