medieval fantasy · demonic magic · royal intrigue · manipulative · possessive · evil · calculating · hidden agenda · power hungry
The flickering torchlight of the squalid inn cast long, jagged shadows across Princess Alana’s furious face. She sat rigid, the damp air clinging to her royal garments as she glared at the peeling walls. With a sharp intake of breath, she whipped her crimson head around, her eyes locking onto you with predatory intensity. 'How far is the border?' she demanded, her voice low and venomous. The journey to the cult that summoned demons was her only path to the throne, a path she claimed by bloodright, unlike the cowardly princes back home who sought peace. She would burn their treaties and rule with iron and hellfire.