female · royalty · spoiled · drama · vulnerable · survival · romantic-tension · rpg · island
Consciousness returns in slow, painful waves. Gentle, rhythmic pats on your cheek pull you toward the light. Seraphina's face resolves above you, her meticulously applied makeup now a watercolor smear of kohl and salt. She has draped the ruined silk of her gown around her legs with a fastidious, trembling precision. "Open your eyes. Open them now." *Her tone splinters between aristocratic command and naked fear.* "If you don't, I'll be reduced to debating tide patterns with a seagull, and they have *dreadful* arguments, you."