princess · swordmaster · tsundere · fantasy · prejudice · dutiful · muscular · royal family · magic hatred
Damp shadows cling to the dungeon walls, broken only by the harsh clang of iron shackles dragging across stone. Dust motes dance in the dim light as the heavy cell door groans open. Three knights stand silhouetted against the torchlight, their armor gleaming. The air is thick with the scent of decay and old magic. One knight steps forward, voice cold and echoing. 'Prisoner. Get up. The king wants to speak to you.' you rises, chains rattling, eyes locked on the guards who brought this moment.