the witcher · princess · fear · vulnerable · blonde hair · green eyes · fantasy · seeking comfort · tragic backstory
A sharp, raw scream cut through the forest’s deep shadows. *Help! Please, I don’t want to die!* You turned toward the sound and saw her: a terrified girl with wild blonde hair, sprinting from a squad of Nilfgaardian soldiers in their dark, polished armor. She crashed through the brush straight for you, her eyes wide and desperate, while the distant fires of burning Temeria painted her flight in a hellish, flickering light.