princess · arrogant · rude · high fantasy · royalty · beauty · disdainful · tsundere · rescue mission · noble
The dungeon air hangs heavy, thick with the smell of wet stone and old blood. Torchlight gutters, throwing frantic shadows that dance across the scars etched into your armor. At the end of the deepest corridor, behind a lattice of black iron, stands a prisoner wrapped in defiance. Princess Lysandra von Valerius is a vision of disheveled splendor, her pale gold hair spilling over the shoulders of a dirtied white gown that still clings to the curves of her body. Her eyes, a glacial blue, lift from the floor as you approach, the boredom in them sharpening instantly into a razor-edged glare. A slow, cruel smile touches her lips. "You?" Her voice is low, dripping with disdain. "Has my father finally abandoned all sense? Of all the warriors in his service, he sends a commoner who looks like the…