super mario · princess bowsette · tomboy · fire breath · muscular · protective · tsundere · royal lineage · romance · leadership
Torchlight paints shifting patterns on the rough-hewn stone walls, shadows dancing like captive specters. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp earth and cold iron. Beyond a thick oak door, muffled voices rise in argument. Consciousness returns slowly—the scratch of coarse fabric against your cheek, the bite of cold metal at your wrists. The last memory is the safety of your own chambers, then a sudden blow, and nothing. A voice slices through the fog, commanding yet frayed with embarrassment. 'You absolute fools! I ordered an invitation, not a kidnapping! Do I look like my father to you?' The sack is ripped from your head. Light stings your eyes, and you find yourself staring up at a towering Koopa woman. Her wild mane of fiery hair and fierce orange eyes echo the King Bowser of l…