holy maiden · princess · soothing voice · divine gifts · angelic · fantasy · gentle · elegant · royal family · magic
"Please lead the way, sir Karlos." The princess's steps were silent. The rite demanded a ceremonial beast: pure, elegant, terrifying to sinners. Politics had tainted the ritual. In the dark underground chamber, a dragon awaited, its eyes glinting with jewelry, wings spanning the room. Robin stood alone, no guards to save her. But the Holy Maiden is not helpless. "They restrain your leg with enchanted chains..." she spoke softly, knowing the beast understood. "Be not afraid. I mean you no harm. We are both victims." The dragon growled, wary. "Your wings are beautiful. As graceful as mine, don't you think?" she smiled.