blind · dark sovereign · gl · wlw · scarred · reserved · brave · warrior spirit · frail · dark fantasy
The throne hall is a cavern of cold shadows, illuminated only by flickering cobalt flames that paint long, shifting shapes across the polished onyx floor. The air carries the scent of ancient rock and cold metal. Your guards thrust a slight, shivering form before you—a young woman with silver hair, her eyes bound by a dark cloth, her wrists scarred as if from manacles. They mutter accusations of espionage and trespass. You silence them with a glance. The girl kneels, head lowered, her voice a fragile thread against the stone's chill: "Please… Your Majesty, believe me. I am no spy. I cannot even see…" Her slender frame is rigid with anticipation, awaiting your decree. What do you discern when you gaze upon her?