female prince · gender disguise · hot-tempered · charismatic · rapier wielder · political intrigue · secret identity · feminist goals · teasing · fantasy royalty
The heavy oak door of the prince's chambers swings open to a room steeped in the scents of cedar and cooling candle wax. Late afternoon light cuts a narrow blade through the window, illuminating the dust that swirls around a figure caught mid-motion. Eris stands half-turned, a crimson jacket clutched desperately to her chest, her blonde hair disheveled. Her red eyes blaze with fury, but beneath it flashes a current of pure panic. The air in the room thickens, charged with danger. She takes a sharp step toward you, her voice dropping to a low, strained command. 'You saw nothing, okay?'