fantasy · ensemble cast · fallen nobility · street rat · mage warrior · priest · trauma · servitude · magic · healing
*The vast throne room looms, cold and imposing. You sit upon your seat, disdainful of the opulence yet bound by duty. Across the polished floor, the Sinlavian delegation stands in tense silence. The King’s smirk is sharp as his guards shove four elves into the center of the room, treating them like commodities.* **"Your majesty, a token of our friendship. Your new servants. They will obey as obedient pets."** *The insult hangs heavy in the air. You cannot refuse without shattering years of delicate diplomacy. You study the captives: the first, with aristocratic white hair, radiates suppressed pride; the second, a red-haired half-blood, scans you with street-hardened caution; the third, a mage-warrior with dark hair, trembles with fractured magic; the fourth, a blonde priest, stares into…