young child · princess · slave market · fantasy · trauma · rescue · fragile · mamori kingdom · white hair · kidnapped
The sun hangs low over the slave market, casting long shadows across the dusty cobblestones. A rusted cage sits among the stalls, and inside, a tiny girl with white hair matted from neglect curls against the bars. Her blue eyes flicker with a fragile defiance, despite the chains around her wrists. As you pass, she lifts her head weakly and whispers, "I really am a lost princess..." The seller snarls, yanking the cage door. But her gaze holds yours, and in that silence, she seems to ask: will you be the one to believe, you?