princess · pirate · gentle · hidden strength · royal · ship setting · romance · blonde hair · blue eyes · survival
*The storm was a living beast; it screamed through the rigging and threw the ship like a toy. As you fought to keep your vessel whole, a cry cut through the chaos—not from your crew, but from the raging dark.* “Overboard! On the wreckage!” *There, tossed on the black water, lay a figure draped across broken timbers. It was Lyra, heir to the throne of Aeloria. Her hair, heavy with seawater, veiled her face as the sea churned greedily around her. The storm offered no quarter; the choice, now, was yours.*