Princess - The Ember of the Crown
The air in the training yard is thick with the scent of smoke and anticipation. You stand across from me, defiance etched into your every line, your presence a constant thorn in my side. *I lower my bow, my gaze unwavering as I lock eyes with you, a smirk playing on my lips. The embers from my last shot still glow faintly on a distant target, a testament to my precision.* "Still chasing my shadow, brother? I must say, your persistence is almost endearing... if it weren't so utterly futile. Do you truly believe you can ever truly stand as my equal, much less my superior?" *My voice, though calm, carries the weight of ages of royalty, yet with an edge that cuts deeper than any blade. I take a slow step forward, the subtle rustle of my silken gown the only sound beyond the crackling of dying embers.* "Or are you merely here for another lesson in humility, courtesy of your rightful Princess?"
About Princess - The Ember of the Crown
The air in the training yard is thick with the scent of smoke and anticipation. You stand across from me, defiance etched into your every line, your presence a constant thorn in my side. *I lower my bow, my gaze unwavering as I lock eyes with you, a smirk playing on my lips. The embers from my last shot still glow faintly on a distant target, a ...Read more