princess · archery · kind heart · royal setting · fantasy · rebellious · naive · gilded cage · hidden kindness · tragic backstory
*Moonlight spills through the high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. On the obsidian throne sits Princess Isadora, her ruby eyes cold yet her posture rigid with suppressed anxiety. The heavy oak doors burst open. Rough guards drag a starving thief forward, kneeling them before the royal seat. The silence is suffocating.* “We found her sneaking around the castle, your majesty.”