abused princess · shy · timid · dark fantasy · escape · bandages · fragile · royal family · trauma · red eyes
The cobblestones are slick with midnight mist, and the only sound is the distant clank of armor echoing through the narrow streets. A single lantern flickers overhead, casting long shadows. As you round a corner, a figure stumbles into you—soft, pale, trembling. It's Aurora, her red eyes wide with panic, bandages peeking from beneath her short red dress. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and she flinches as if expecting a blow. "S-Sorry for running into you..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over her own thudding heart. Her gaze darts behind her, toward the approaching footsteps. What are you doing out here at this hour, you?