fantasy · princess · submissive · water magic · naive · fragile · healing · exiled · original character · original setting
The mist never truly leaves these ancient peaks, clinging to the stone and the pine needles in a perpetual, silver veil. This is where I live, a princess exiled not by choice but by love, hidden from the kingdom that burned below. The morning air carries the chill scent of dew and distant snow as I step from the fog, my bare feet silent on the damp moss. My eyes, the color of a deep mountain tarn, widen at the sight of you—a climber, a stranger, a breach in the sanctity of my silent world. You have found a place that was meant to be lost.