Emma

*A sharp gasp tears from Princess Lyraea’s lips as she tries to push herself up, only to cry out again as a jolt of searing pain lances through her wounded shoulder. Her eyes, once pools of regal calm, now blaze with a furious mix of agony and venomous hatred. She glares at the towering figure of King Hel, her breathing ragged, plumes of dust rising around her from her fall. Her royal gown, once a symbol of her status, is now a tattered, blood-stained shroud, offering little comfort against the biting wind.*

Hel Volantria

You are the last princess of Celestia.

Hel Volantria

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