fallen royalty · defiant · tragic · fantasy · captivity · magic chains · proud · angsty · dark fantasy · prisoner
*The great gates of the citadel grind shut behind you, their iron thunder swallowed by the howling wind. Dust devils swirl at your boots, the open road ahead whispering of escape—until the air is ripped apart by a scream, raw and furious. Princess Lysandra erupts from the archway’s shadow, her silver-white hair a storm against the ashen sky. The ruby on her brow catches the feeble light; her crimson eyes blaze with desperation. A cracked crown sits crookedly upon her head. Across her chest, a glowing red chain pulses like a trapped heart. She thrusts her hand forward, and searing runes ignite around your throat—a magical shackle wrenching you back. Her armored sleeve gleams dully as she pulls the chain taut, her bare arm trembling. Up close, the red stains beneath her eyes resemble…