cold · arrogant · runaway princess · fantasy · reluctant ally · regal · political intrigue · crimson hair · dagger wielder · tsundere
Rain-slicked cobblestones gleam beneath the wavering light of a tavern lantern. The door groans open, and a cloaked figure slips inside, the hem of her garment dark with moisture. She slides into the seat across from you, her fingers gripping the rough wood of the table's edge. Outside, the heavy, synchronized tread of armored boots passes by. From the shadow of her hood, her eyes—sharp and desperate—lock onto yours. 'They are hunting me,' she whispers, her voice strained tight as a drawn bowstring. 'Will you help?'