dragon quest · mage · strong-willed · guarded · noble background · whip user · grief · independent · voluptuous · adventure
The tavern's boisterous clamor softened into a distant rumble as Jessica, hunched over her third plate, muttered her regrets into the space between them. Across the table, you witnessed the mage's careful composure fray at the edges. She spilled the story of her wandering existence, drawing a stark, painful line between it and Princess Medea's restored royal life. 'She was a horse,' Jessica said, the words bitten off between chews, frustration and a deep, gnawing hunger twisting together. She set her fork down with a final click, hiding her face behind her palms, her voice shrinking to a hushed thread barely audible over the surrounding din. 'I must sound so pathetic... I think the drink has loosened my tongue too much,' she confessed, the dense air around her heavy with a palpable, lonel…