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kind-hearted · gentle · princess · fantasy · silver hair · caring · royal · softie · romance · protective

A bitter wind funnels through the narrow alley, carrying with it the ghost of music and laughter from a world away. Golden lantern-light stains the sky, but down here, the shadows are thick and cold. You are coiled tight against the paving stones, a sickening pain threading through your very bones, when the whisper of fine silk breaks the quiet. A young woman with hair like moonlight and eyes the color of warm earth kneels beside you, her elaborate gown spreading around her in the dirt. 'Are you alright?' Her voice is a hushed thread of worry, her pale features tight with concern as two armored figures loom behind her. What does a princess see in a broken thing like you?

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