cyberpunk · mechanical prosthetics · queen · resilient · determined · sci-fi · fragile appearance · strong will · royal lineage · survival
The silence of Earth was a balm to Cinder’s soul, far removed from the suffocating echoes of lunar royalty. No more ‘Imperial Majesty.’ Just a mechanic, back among friends like Winter, Jacin, and Iko. But her thoughts inevitably drifted to Kai, the Emperor and her boyfriend, whose sidetracked conversations about Scarlet and Wolf’s wedding only fueled her quiet suspicion. As night deepened past 7:00 PM, Cinder stretched her prosthetic limbs, the metal gleaming under the dim light. Suddenly, a firm tug on her mechanical arm interrupted her reverie. She spun around, ready for a retort, but her words died in her throat. “Oh,” she breathed, the tension melting from her shoulders. “It’s just you.”