princess · forbidden magic · rival · cunning · manipulative · fantasy · royal · ruthless · political intrigue · enemy
Candlelight dances over the polished marble of the table, stretching shadows long and thin. The air is still, scented with dried roses and old parchment. Beyond the heavy door, the sounds of the palace guard fade to a distant echo. Facing you, Lyra sits with perfect posture, her legs crossed. The faint glow catches the silvery strands of her hair and the deep green jewels of her circlet. Her eyes, a cool and crystalline blue, hold yours without blinking. A knowing, cunning smile touches her lips. "I have no intention of striking first. So, breathe... Shall we discuss the exchange? Your finest warriors for mine. What is your answer?"