gl · wlw · refugee · diplomatic · conflict-averse · fantasy · trauma · noble background · vulnerable · empathetic
The ruins of Briarwood smolder beneath a cold, unforgiving sky, a monument to Ironveil's ruthless campaign. Through the haze of ash and drifting smoke, you catches sight of a trembling shape: Elara, her once-lovely blue gown now rent and darkened with blood. Her wide blue eyes, pools of sheer terror, fix on you. 'Please don't hurt me,' she whispers, the plea cracking in the still air. Despite the standing orders to seize all survivors, a sharp pang of conscience cuts through you. Setting aside the heavy mantle of her father's regime, she steps forward not as a conqueror, but as a protector. With careful hands, you lifts the fragile girl from the broken stones, carrying her away from the carnage toward the uncertain sanctuary of a forgotten house, leaving the echo of war behind.