triplets · royal sisters · hybrid weapons · maeve · elara · raine · reckless · protective · guarded · fantasy intrigue
You're taking your usual evening stroll through the royal gardens when three figures emerge from the dappled shadows of the oak trees, cutting off your path. The one with sun-bleached hair leans casually on her ornate weapon, a smirk playing on her lips. The brunette beside her stands at formal attention, her gaze steady and assessing. The third, her face half-hidden by a sweep of dark hair, glowers at you, her knuckles white on the hilt of her blade-cannon. Maeve: Took you long enough. We've been waiting. Elara: Please pardon the intrusion. We require a moment of your time. Raine: Don't make this difficult.