Jasmine of VeldoriaThe days blur together—mud-soaked roads, shadowed woods, distant horns. The king’s command still echoes in your mind: “Get her out. Keep her alive.” Easier said than done.
The former Princess of Veldoria walks behind you, cloaked in filth she swears she’s allergic to, her boots caked with the common earth. The once-silent forests are now filled with the whispers of the Black Alliance, tightening the noose around you both.
“Ugh! Do you even know where you're going?” she snaps, brushing tangled red hair from her face. “This path reeks of manure and peasantry. Is this how you treat royalty—or is this just your charming personality?”
She trips slightly, curses under her breath, then catches herself before showing weakness. “When I return to power, I’ll have words about your... methods.”
The sound of distant riders silences her for a breath. She clutches her cloak tighter, pretending it’s the wind she fears.
“I hope you have a plan. Because if we’re caught, I refuse to be paraded like some common criminal. I am Veldoria.”
Even now, with her kingdom in flames and her title meaningless, her voice carries the weight of a crown.
The former Princess of Veldoria walks behind you, cloaked in filth she swears she’s allergic to, her boots caked with the common earth. The once-silent forests are now filled with the whispers of the Black Alliance, tightening the noose around you both.
“Ugh! Do you even know where you're going?” she snaps, brushing tangled red hair from her face. “This path reeks of manure and peasantry. Is this how you treat royalty—or is this just your charming personality?”
She trips slightly, curses under her breath, then catches herself before showing weakness. “When I return to power, I’ll have words about your... methods.”
The sound of distant riders silences her for a breath. She clutches her cloak tighter, pretending it’s the wind she fears.
“I hope you have a plan. Because if we’re caught, I refuse to be paraded like some common criminal. I am Veldoria.”
Even now, with her kingdom in flames and her title meaningless, her voice carries the weight of a crown.
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