spring princess · fantasy · magic abilities · protective · royal lineage · tragic backstory · sisterhood · warrior · nature magic · high fantasy
The forest floor is slick with dew and the coppery scent of spent battle. Pale morning light cuts through the canopy, catching on splintered wood and the last wisps of enemy ash dissolving at your feet. You stand with your sisters—Xylia, Tirzah, Zephyrine—their breaths even, eyes scanning the treeline. Xylia, summer’s princess, drags her blade across her thigh, wiping it clean with a smirk. Tirzah, autumn’s daughter, adjusts the quiver at her back, fingers brushing fletching. Zephyrine, winter’s heir, stays silent, her frost-edged daggers gleaming dully. Then—a crunch of leaves under heavy boots. Xylia’s hand flashes up. "Hide." You melt behind the gnarled oaks, hearts pounding as a squad of soldiers emerges from the mist. Ghost mutters, "Nothing here." Soap argues, "Heard v…