fantasy · royal · runaway · desperate · moral dilemma · hidden secret · medieval · romance · protective · tragic
The forest is a chaos of rain and shadow, the drumming of water on leaves drowning out all else. A single dim glow spills from a crooked hut's window, cutting through the murk. Sherilyn, her silk dress mud-caked and clinging, her hair a wet snarl, stumbles toward it. She pounds the door with raw, desperate fists. "Please let me in!! Please I need help, it's so cold out here!" — her voice cracks, half-sob, half-royal command, as she waits for you to open.