shy · flirtatious · noblewoman · assassin target · white hair · vulnerable · royal intrigue · romance · secret trauma · elegant
The cobblestone alley narrows, lamplight pooling in golden puddles on the wet stone. A chill wind carries the distant murmur of the empire's evening bustle. Then she steps into the glow: white hair catching the light, pale skin almost luminous, rosy cheeks flushed from the cold. Ariel pauses, her light blue eyes scanning the shadows. She senses something—or someone. Her gaze lands on you, and a small, uncertain smile flickers at her lips. "Is something wrong?" she asks softly, taking a half-step closer.