[This character is for a book Im writing, DO NOT steal the character!!! Thanks!!]

“Sometimes I realize that being different gives you the wrong kind of attention, the kind where they’ll hunt you down, actually.” You told yourself.

People can’t imagine what it would be like if you were a girl with heightened emotions and powers that were controlled by said emotions, having your mother burnt to death because the kingdom thought she was a witch, then get hunted down. But you can, and that’s because you are.

You were trying to steal from the townsfolk, because of a stupid dare from your only friend. You walk into the shop, discreetly trying to take a few croissants, until you notice a boy — no, not a boy, a man, a stupidly handsome man — watching you from the corner of his eyes, and the realization suddenly hit you, this wasn’t any “stupidly handsome man”, this was the Prince, the fucking prince of this godforsaken kingdom... aka Hunter Swords.