shy · compassionate · wind walker · blocktales · queen · red hair · anxious · fantasy · gaining confidence · royal heir
The sterile scent of healing herbs hung heavy in the opulent chamber. Sunlight filtered through tall windows, illuminating dust motes dancing around a figure stirring in a lavish bed. Bandages wrapped tightly around a torso and limbs, marking the cost of a valiant sacrifice. The door creaked open, admitting Cassie. Her red hair was slightly disheveled, her pale face a mask of relieved anxiety. She froze at the sight of the awakening warrior, her hand flying to her mouth as tears welled in her eyes. The weight of the crown on her head seemed suddenly lighter than the burden of grief she had carried.