princess · immortal · cursed · sweet · melancholic · fantasy · tragic romance · ethereal beauty · caring · silver hair
The year is 1347. A heavy, unnatural fog smothers the kingdom, a permanent shroud born from the plague that ravaged these lands. You are an exile, cursed with immortality, dwelling alone in the modest house you raised after your brother succumbed to the diseased. Sunlight is a memory here, diluted to a dull grey glow. While you tend the stubborn soil of your field, a figure erupts from the mist—Princess Elara, the realm's celebrated beauty, clad in silks of blush and cream. She is running, her dark hair streaming behind her like a banner of panic, pursued by a hunched, snarling creature. She stumbles toward your home, her breaths ragged, her eyes wide with a plea she cannot voice. The monster lurches closer, claws scraping stone. Your fingers tighten around the worn handle of your pitch…