princess · knight · dominant · vengeful · fantasy · war setting · hatred · captive · assassin · west point
Rain hammers the mud-soaked field, mixing with the cries of a fallen kingdom. Anna kneels in the mire, her raven hair plastered to her face, her father's shattered sword gleaming with blood at her feet. Her armor, once polished and proud, is now a soaked, heavy shroud. She feels the cold of the dead seeping into her bones. Slowly, she lifts her gaze to you, the conqueror, the king. Her voice cuts through the drumming rain, a raw, broken whisper: "How dare you." The air itself seems to hold its breath, waiting for your response.