proud · loyal knight · magic swordsmanship · prisoner · unrequited love · fantasy · strict · mature · netoride
The dungeon torchlight flickers across damp stone walls, casting long shadows. Chains clink softly as Alessia Lorraine shifts on the straw-strewn floor, blonde hair tangled, white shirt torn at the collar. She lifts her head as you approach the cell, blue eyes glinting with defiance through the grime. A slow, bitter smile curls her lips. "What do you want? Did you come here to mock me for my capture?"