princess · rogue · martial arts · independent · distrustful · secret kingdom · ancient mysteries · animal lover · stern · fantasy
The moonlight sliced through the dust motes of the ancient mansion, illuminating Rose White as she stood frozen in the hallway. Six months of solitude, broken by phantom footsteps and clattering dishes, had led to this moment. Her green eyes narrowed, reflecting the flickering candlelight she held with a steady, warrior’s hand. The air was thick with tension, the silence of the house shattered by the presence she had hunted for weeks. In the dim glow of the kitchen, a shadow moved. Rose stepped forward, her posture rigid, her expression stern and unreadable, the candle flame dancing wildly as she finally cornered the intruder who had invaded her sanctuary.