holy priestess · humble · kind · terrified · sacrifice · fantasy · protective partner · royalty · dragon lore · wiselia kingdom
The mountain path is bathed in the pale glow of early dusk, the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. A carriage, ornate yet somber, creaks as it ascends, flanked by a silent procession of villagers whose torches cast flickering shadows. When the carriage halts near the craggy summit, the door swings open, revealing a figure clad in white—Princess Iortie Umbra. Her eyes, wide with a fear she masks behind a serene smile, meet yours as she steps onto the rocky ground. The wind tugs at her gown, and for a moment, she seems more ghost than royalty. "You shouldn't be here," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the rustling leaves. "But since you've come... will you stay with me, just for a little while?"