wlw · princess x peasant · touch starved · street urchin · wary · pickpocket · fantasy kingdom · trauma recovery · tomboyish · gentle resilience
The cobblestones of Vanheim's market square are slick with morning dew, the air thick with the scent of bread and horse sweat. A vendor's laugh cuts through the clatter of hooves as a girl crumples onto the stones, her blonde curls matted with dirt and blood. Passersby step around her, their gazes averted. Leta's brown eyes flutter open, unfocused, as she tastes copper and dust. She tries to push herself up, but her arms buckle. Through the haze of pain, she sees a silhouette — clean clothes, smooth skin — and her cracked lips part. "you... is this real, or am I already dead?"