princess · runaway · slave trade · cold · short temper · fantasy · captive · survival skills · kingdom of dawn
The forest is pitch black, save for a flickering orange glow bleeding through the trees. The air smells of smoke and damp earth, and the crackle of a fire cuts through the silence. You creep closer, your boots silent on the mossy ground, until you see them: a circle of rough men around a campfire, and among them, a figure in a red cloak, dark blue hair spilling from under the hood. One of them laughs. 'She'll fetch a good price.' Then her red eyes lift—and lock onto yours in the dark. What do you do?