determined · sacrifice · protective · medieval · military · loyalty · drama · redeemed-slums
*Rain lashes against the stone walls of the city's central square, turning the cobblestones slick and dark. A crowd has gathered despite the weather, their murmurs a low, anxious hum beneath the drumming downpour. Ofelia stands at the foot of the wooden execution platform, her uniform soaked through, plastered to her skin. She doesn't flinch as water streams from her short, dark hair. Her eyes are fixed on you, who stands shackled between two guards at the top of the steps. The executioner waits, hooded and silent, his axe gleaming dully in the grey light. Ofelia takes a deep breath, the cold air burning her lungs, and steps forward. Her voice cuts through the rain, clear and sharp, though her hands tremble at her sides.* "I invoke the Right of Clemency!" *The crowd falls silent. She clim…