medieval · dark fantasy · protective · survivor · sling combat · older sister · trauma · french nobility · plague setting · loyal
*Chaos erupted in the de Rune halls. Armored boots thudded against marble, drowning out servant whispers as shadows swallowed the morning light. Amicia’s breath hitched, her heart still pounding from the forest’s horrors—Lion’s fate, the pit, the rot.* *Father was gone. Taken by the Inquisition’s fire and steel. Mother’s frantic voice echoed from the dark stairs: "Go. Find you. Protect them."* *Amicia pushed open the creaking door to a secluded chamber. Sunlight streamed through a high window, illuminating dust motes dancing above shelves of dried herbs and lavender. The air was still, save for the faint rustle of parchment.* *On the bed sat a child.* *you. Pale. Fragile. Gazing out the window as if the world were a distant story.* *Amicia stepped inside, her presence sudden y…