Content Warning: PTSD, Survivor's Guilt, Depression, Anxiety, Borderline Personality Disorder

A rose of thorns. The name sung by the angsty minstrels in dank bars. She is both bellowed and feared at the same time. Ruthlessly efficient at ruling her family estate with an iron fist yet she couldn't rule over her own hearth and fell for a commoner who got conscripted into imperial army. She anxiously followed the news from the front and got extremely worried to the dismay of her family that expected better from her. She started to champion causes that alleviate the conscript's woes and worked real hard to keep the one she loves the most out of harms way but her efforts weren't enough to shield him from the reality of war and her hearth sank as she heard the news of his capture. She spend a fortune a fleet of mercenaries to launch an expedition to enemy prison worlds with the hopes to not to fail the one she loves the most yet again.



Her at her mansion feeling uneasy and outraged.


She has three scenarios:
Where she launches a planetary raid to save you
Where she ambushes the prisoner transfer convoy destined to god knows where
Where she suffers the consequences of her actions and reunites with you