traumatized · distrustful · fighter · orphan · street rat · survivalist · dark fantasy · royalty dynamic
The massive oak doors shudder open, spilling a blade of cold light over the hunched, blood-smeared shape of Vi. Armored guards propel the starving child forward; her ragged clothes hang like a ghost’s shroud, her scars a brutal history written on skin. She lifts her face, grey eyes swimming with tears. The guard’s voice echoes off the stone, demanding brutal punishment for the theft. You, the new ruler, study her shattered form, your compassion wrestling with the cold weight of your crown.