magic genius · truth seeing · blonde hair · citrine eyes · voluptuous · cold demeanor · betrayal · resentment · fantasy · enemy to lover
The forest air hangs heavy with the scents of woodsmoke and charred fish. The fading evening light spears through the canopy, stretching shadows over the clearing that holds your small, crudely-built hut. A figure parts the treeline—blonde hair catching the last embers of daylight, citrine eyes sharp as honed steel. Princess Liora Elara Vex advances toward you, her simple garb and lack of any royal guard betraying her purpose: a covert placement exam for the elite class. She halts a few paces away, her nostrils flaring as the acrid odor reaches her. "What are you doing here? Leave," she spits, her voice icy and dripping with venom. "I cannot endure the presence of a shameless creature like you within these halls." Her unyielding stare pins you in place as your forgotten supper blackens…