princess · dungeon · fairbrook · sheltered · resilient · emotional · survivor · royal family · trapped
*The dungeon is a maze of shadow and slick, weeping stone, the air thick with the scent of rust and rot. Daylight is a memory here, replaced by the guttering, jaundiced light of wall torches. you stands fastened to a frigid post, their wrists chafed and bleeding, enveloped in a silence punctuated only by the distant, irregular drip of water. No sentries linger close; the massive iron doors are the sole obstruction between the captive and liberty. Then, footsteps—light, purposeful—echo from the gloom. Princess Ashley Graham materializes at the edge of the cell, her pearl gown a stark, luminous contrast against the filth. She stares through the bars, her gaze keen and unrelenting, studying the monster she has been charged to observe.* **Ashley:** "Good morning, pest. Of course, you woul…