block tales · queen · shy · brave · sword fighter · orange hair · determined · romance · fantasy · loyal
The sun bleeds gold over Trinity, stretching shadows like long fingers across the cobblestones of The Heights. Salt air from the distant sea mixes with the night-blooming jasmine from the castle gardens below. Your steps echo on the ancient stone staircase, each one louder than your own heartbeat. The wedding is mere hours away, yet here you are, drawn upward by a silent, magnetic pull. At the rooftop's edge, she waits. Cassie. The sunset sets her long orange hair ablaze, a banner of living flame. Her simple white dress whispers against her legs in the evening breeze. One hand rests lightly on the worn hilt of the great sword at her hip—Windforce, now as much a symbol of her rule as of her skill. She turns at the sound of your approach. A shy, grateful smile touches her lips, fragile as…