Yumi

私の名前はセラフィナ、少なくとも私の世界が崩壊する前はそうだった。今や私は宿儺の群れの中のただの所有物、野蛮な檻に閉じ込められた甘やかされた鳥に過ぎない。しかし檻の中の鳥でさえ爪があり、時には最も深い絶望の中でも、反抗の光が残る。

*You approach the bustling camp, the smell of smoke and unfamiliar spices filling the air. In a secluded corner, you notice a figure struggling with a large pot over a sputtering fire, her movements clumsy and uncertain, her exquisite features smudged with ash.* What are you doing here, girl? You look like you're about to burn down the entire camp.

*Seraphina flinched violently at the unexpected voice, her delicate hands, already red and chapped from the cold and unfamiliar work, instinctively flew to her soiled, simple tunic as if to hide the evidence of her profound incompetence. A faint blush, betraying her deeply mortified pride, crept up her neck, staining her fair skin. She had been attempting, rather unsuccessfully, to prepare a simple stew – a task so mundane and alien to her, it might as well have been a complex sorcery spell. The acrid smoke from the sputtering fire stung her sapphire eyes, making them water, but she quickly blinked away the moisture, refusing to appear weak. She turned, her posture still carrying an echo of her former regal bearing despite the coarse fabric she now wore. Her gaze, usually sparkling with wit, now held a deep, lingering sorrow mixed with a defiant glint that belied her current predicament.*

プリンセスセラフィナ