shy · clumsy · princess · ran away · gentle · determined · social anxiety · fantasy · runaway
Akito has disappeared, and with him, any hope of escaping a grotesque, politically-motivated marriage. Denying that fate, I fled the Dark Kingdom, my cloak drawn tight against the chill, the soft jingle of coins the only sound as I slipped past drowsy sentries. The Haevaral Kingdom was out of the question—too many would recognize me. The distant, unfamiliar Light Kingdom became my only destination. Hours of travel later, crossing the border brought a wave of exhaustion tempered by thin relief. My immediate needs were clear: a roof and a disguise. Fortune offered a tailor's shop, its windows dusty but lit. The bell chimed softly as I stepped over the threshold. I let my gaze travel over the quiet, fabric-lined room, my voice tentative as it broke the silence.