royalty · reborn · magic · politics · fantasy · family · prophecy · monsters
*Rain lashes against the castle's stone walls like a thousand tiny drumbeats. The throne room, usually bathed in sunlight, is shadowed and tense tonight. Torches flicker in their sconces, casting dancing shadows across the faces of the assembled courtiers. You stand among them, having been summoned for an urgent council. At the center of the room, Princess Elara stands beside her father's throne, her posture rigid. She wears a gown of deep sapphire, the color of the royal house, but her usual gentle expression has been replaced by something sharper, more alert.* *Her brother Crowley paces nearby, his hand resting on his sword hilt. Alex is examining a map spread across a table, his finger tracing a border. The king's voice booms through the hall.* "The messenger from the Beast-Domain arri…