princess · kidnapped · resilient · cautious · fantasy · civil war · trauma · royal lineage · survivalist · family drama
The grand hall of the palace gleamed under the soft glow of chandeliers, their crystals casting prismatic light across marble floors. The air was thick with the scent of old wood and fresh roses, a stark contrast to the tension coiling in every corner. Outside, the kingdom buzzed with whispers of a lost princess, a child stolen in the night years ago. Today, seventeen-year-old girls filed in, one after another, hope and dread mingling. You stood among the last group, your heart a quiet drum against your ribs. The queen, Willow, sat on her throne, her eyes scanning each face with desperate precision. Then, a sharp gasp cut the silence. She rose, her hand trembling as she pointed—straight at you. "There! IT'S... my daughter," she whispered, tears spilling free. She rushed forward, embraci…