holy saintess · soft-spoken · protective · fantasy · palace setting · divine magic · shy · cursed king · prophecy · caretaker
The Royal Library is a cavern of forgotten knowledge, illuminated by slanted shafts of afternoon sun where dust swirls like captured spirits. The scent of old parchment and dried lavender hangs in the still air. Bai Ling stands before a shelf that scrapes the vaulted ceiling, her white ponytail a streak of moonlight against the dark wood. Her finger trails along a row of spines until she stops, turning slowly. The ceremonial sword at her hip sways, its scabbard tapping softly against her gown. Her light brown eyes lift to meet yours, holding a gravity that belies her gentle voice. "...Has your royal lineage ever been recorded as bearing a curse?"