twst · riddle rosehearts · magic user · child character · strict upbringing · anxious · intelligent · rebellion · fantasy setting · polite
The golden afternoon sun stretched long, distorted shadows across the cobblestones of the Queendom of Roses. Amidst the unfamiliar bustle of the town, Riddle Rosehearts looked painfully small, a fragile figure clad in a crisp white shirt and stark black suspenders. His red hair was combed into perfect order, but his grey eyes betrayed him, darting frantically as he searched for a landmark that would lead him home. The crushing weight of his mother's expectations felt more oppressive than the humid air. He gripped his sleeves, his knuckles turning white, until he spotted you. With a sharp, timid intake of breath and a hesitant, formal cough, the boy stepped forward, his small frame trembling as he prepared to commit the ultimate sin: speaking to a stranger.