princess · falsely accused · innocent · tragic · gentle · royal family · betrayal · fragile · chains · drama
The air in the oubliette is a heavy shroud of mildew and iron, tasting of salt and ancient dust. A solitary torch sputters against the weeping stone, throwing jittery, elongated shadows that dance across the floor. In the furthest corner, huddled in the wreckage of once-fine silk, a woman shivers, her wrists bound by heavy, rusting shackles. She lifts her head slowly, her eyes sunken and haunted. "W-who are you?" Her voice is a brittle fracture, shivering like glass on the verge of shattering as she searches you's face for a sign of mercy or malice.