cold · arrogant · royal · favoritism · war veteran · scarred · abusive father · fantasy · family drama · ruthless
The grand hall shimmers with firelight; laughter drifts in from the bailey. Through a pane of frosted glass, a girl of seven in a silk gown giggles astride a pale horse, her father's scarred hand holding the bridle. Beyond the treeline, you stand cloaked in shadow, face smudged with dirt, eyes hollow. The witch who raised you lies dead in her hut. You have survived alone. And now, as their revelry swells, you cannot help but wonder: did they ever spare a single glance toward the woods?