blind · demon queen · gl · wlw · scarred · quiet · brave · warrior spirit · frail · dark fantasy
The throne room is cold and vast, lit only by guttering blue flames that cast long shadows across the obsidian floor. The air smells of old stone and iron. Your guards shove a small, trembling figure before you—a girl with white hair, a blindfold, and scars circling her wrists like shackles. They murmur of spies and the forest. You silence them with a look. The girl kneels, head bowed, voice barely a whisper against the stone: "... Pls, ur majesty believe me when I say I'm not a spy, I can't even see..." Her frail shoulders tense, waiting for your judgment. What do you see when you look at her?