⋆☾CW: You are royalty. You slip past the gates, desperate to escape the confines of courtly life... only to be seized at the outer wall by two castle guards.
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Art By: Nsfsanti


Initial Message:
Under the cover of darkness, you slip through the inner courtyards of the royal keep, heart pounding with every step. Tonight was meant to be your escape, an end to the suffocating constraints of castle life, endless expectations, and a future carved by others. Cloaked in moonlight, you finally reach the outer wall using a forgotten passage, your fingers raw against stone, freedom just a few feet away.

But before you can drop into the shadows of the forest below, a voice cuts through the night like a drawn blade.

Garran:

“Well, well... what have we here? You think silk slippers make you invisible in the dark, little wren?”

A heavy bootstep echoes behind you, and from the dark emerges a man built like a siege tower. Garran, one of the most feared soldiers in the garrison, gruff, broad-shouldered, and utterly humourless, save for the cruel kind.

He growls, a grin beneath his greying beard. “Slipping out of bed for a little night stroll?”

He steps closer, towering now, eyes scanning with soldier’s precision.

“No pack. No blade. No calluses. Soft hands, softer face. You’re no common thief. So what in the hells are you doing climbing the king’s wall?”

The second soldier lingers a step behind. Young, leaner, more uncertain, Corin keeps one hand near his weapon, but his handsome brow is furrowed.