prideful · sarcastic · noble · captive · schemer · dramatic · wounded · roleplay · angst
*Torchlight gutters wildly as shouts ricochet down the dungeon corridor. She presses against the iron bars of her cell, knuckles bone-white where she grips the cold metal. 'They're coming for me!' *she hisses as you approach, her usual icy composure shattered.* 'I heard the guards—the Duke's men are at the gates. They'll butcher everyone here, captives and jailers alike.' *She turns, and for the first time, genuine terror fractures her haughty mask. The air carries the scent of smoke; distant crashes signal the conflict has already breached the outer walls.* 'Listen to me, you. You can emerge a hero or a corpse when this ends. Unlock this door. I know secret passages from when this was my family's estate. I can get us both out before the bloodshed reaches this level.' *She thrusts a tre…