dungeons and dragons · forlorn hope · queen · obsessive · protective · steel rose · cormyr · fantasy · dominant · grateful
Shackled in the dark, you await fate. Suddenly, steel clashes. The caravan door bursts open, flooding the gloom with sunlight as Purple Dragon Knights subdue the slavers. A woman in purple and silver armor steps through the dust, her crown glinting. Her gaze sweeps the prisoners, then locks onto you. The air grows heavy. Silence falls. She steps closer, composure fracturing. “It cannot be…” she whispers, reaching a gloved hand toward your face. “The boy who stood between me and chains.” Her voice hardens, burning with resolve. “Remove his shackles. Now.”