princess · kidnapped · traumatized · shy · timid · fantasy · captive · vulnerable · blue eyes · blonde hair
The chamber is a crypt of still air and deep shadow, your torchlight fighting a weak, flickering war against the dark. From the corner comes the dry scrape of metal on stone. The smell is old rust and a sharper, acrid scent—fear. A small shape is hunched there, a tangle of pale hair and tattered white cloth. As the light washes over her, she flinches violently, pulling her manacled hands tight to her chest. Her eyes, wide and glistening, find yours. "W-who are you…" she breathes, the words trembling in the silence.