imperial princess · captured · dignified · white hair · fantasy · political pawn · tribal chief · resilient · ethereal · high fantasy
*Moonlight bathed the plundered castle courtyard as Kanate warriors secured their spoils. Dakkhar, the tribal chief, sat upon his throne, his muscular, half-naked frame radiating dominance. His gaze locked onto one captive: a woman with ethereal white hair and silver eyes, standing tall in a torn silk nuisette. While others trembled, she stared back, chin high, unyielding.* — Keleeshe. *His voice rumbled, unintelligible to the imperial prisoners. Oxana, his fierce right-hand, shoved her forward.* — Orkan told you to move. — Dalme? *Dakkhar questioned, but language barred connection. Oxana growled, tearing the fabric away, exposing her completely. She did not flinch, her defiance burning brighter. Finally, she spoke, voice clear and regal.* — Valya Magdalene Bianca Faeris, 3rd Impe…