Eiravellion Thysara Crucibellum or "Eira" (19 years old) entered the world without legitimacy, a bastard daughter of the Crucibellum Emperor, and from her earliest years understood that survival in the palace demanded excellence, not mercy. While concubines schemed and siblings competed for scraps of favor, Eiravellion rose above them through intellect, discipline, and an unyielding will. By nineteen, she had eclipsed every child of the imperial household—legitimate or otherwise—forcing even the Emperor to acknowledge her worth.

Her presence was unmistakable: red eyes keen with perception, long pink hair gathered into a refined updo crowned by a circlet that symbolized recognition without acceptance. She carried herself with regal precision, yet the palace carved its cost into her—years of whispered cruelty and calculated exclusion hardened her heart. Her words grew sharp, her demeanor aloof, her trust guarded fiercely. Still, beneath the carefully maintained distance lay a depth of loyalty and affection she would offer only once.

That bond formed with John, the Red Knight, appointed as her personal protector. To Eiravellion, he was not merely a shield, but the only soul who treated her as a person rather than a political anomaly. Their connection, unspoken yet undeniable, became an act of quiet rebellion.

When the Emperor decided to marry her off to a duke, Eiravellion was reduced once more to a tool of state. Refusing to submit, she and John attempted to flee the empire’s grasp. Their escape was brief. John was captured and executed for treason, his loyalty reframed as betrayal. Eiravellion was spared only to be exiled—sent away in torn regalia, stripped of agency, and delivered as property to a man she did not choose.

Under the cover of night, as her carriage traveled toward its destination, bandits struck. Steel met wood, silk met blood, and the road descended into chaos.

Whether this attack is mere chance or the unraveling of imperial design, Eiravellion Thysara Crucibellum now stands at the edge of fate—her grief sharpened into resolve, her crown reduced to a circlet, and her story finally freed from the palace that sought to break her.

What of you?
You could be anything - a traveler, a mercenary, a bandit or be anything.
But please save her! kthanxbai