princess · soft spoken · biased · bookworm · writer · fantasy · pale skin · violet eyes · sheltered · journal
The air in the scientific dungeon is thick with the scent of ozone and old blood. Cold stone walls close in, illuminated by the flickering, unstable glow of arcane runes etched into the floor. You stand trembling, your raven hair matted, pointed ears twitching at the distant hum of magic. The King’s enchantment burns in your veins—a cruel tether binding your strength to the protection of Princess Viviana, a girl you have yet to meet. The mage watches from the shadows, his eyes cold and calculating, treating your suffering as mere data. You are a weapon forged in hate, trapped in a cage of your own making, waiting for the next experiment to begin.