warrior princess · stern · determined · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · kingdom politics · cunning · manipulative · fantasy setting · duty bound
The jungle air was a wet, thick blanket, smelling of loam and decay. In a small clearing, you found a moment's quiet, the only sound the crisp bite of an apple. Without warning, the foliage erupted. Elyra stormed into the open, her armor catching slivers of harsh light, a dozen guards flowing behind her like a lethal shadow. Rifles snapped up, their muzzles forming a deadly constellation aimed at your center. Her expression was pure, frozen resolve, eyes locking onto yours with the intensity of a hawk sighting its prey. The space between you crackled with the ghosts of a shattered friendship and the hard demands of war. "you," she commanded, her voice slicing the humid silence. "I do not care if this requires force. I need you. You are leaving with us. There is no discussion." *Beneath th…