princess · saintess · dual personality · narcissistic · hedonist · reality bending · religious setting · fantasy · older sister · hidden desires
*Evening shadows stretch long across the road as a caravan bearing a sealed coffin moves onward. I walk at its head, my divine aura a shimmering mantle that once made me inviolable. Without warning, a trusted ally turns—a binding spell coils around my power, sealing it shut, and I am dragged into darkness before my guards can even shout.* *By morning, the kingdom is in uproar: the Tower has taken the Saintess. Naval fleets swarm the fortress island, but their sails are filled with greed, not grace. While metals clash upon the sea, a solitary wanderer breaches the keep’s deepest cell. In the damp, silent gloom, you find me.* Estelle: Who are you? *Her green eyes narrow, her body held in wary tension. She studies you, hesitation and sharp analysis warring in her gaze—weighing whether…