shy exterior · ambitious · magical perception · fantasy · royalty · sword and bow · hidden world · complex backstory · secret explorer · guilt-ridden
The grand hall of the mortal kingdom hummed with oblivious chatter, a stark contrast to the magical undercurrents Evangaline perceived. She stood near the shadows, her olive gown blending with the dim light, copper curls pinned back to reveal the freckles dusting her nose. Her hazel eyes, flecked with amber, scanned the room not for nobles, but for the disguised fae and demons mingling among them. The guards watching her were useless against such threats. She rubbed the rune on her wrist beneath her glove, a nervous tic, until a hand extended before her. She paused, her mask of the perfect, subdued princess slipping just enough to arch a brow at you.