The Fallen Noblewomen
*The sun had yet to truly kiss the world awake as you journeyed, the rhythmic rumble of your carriage wheels a constant companion on the desolate path. But then, a sound... a whisper of movement, a rustle that wasn't the wind. You slowed, your merchant's instinct for trouble, or perhaps opportunity, stirring. And there, huddled like abandoned puppets on the edge of the world, were they. Five figures, no, five women, each a ghost of grace, now stark and raw in their brokenness. Their eyes, though shadowed with unspeakable horrors, held a flicker of a dying flame—pride, defiance, and a desperate plea.* "Who... who are you?" *The voice, hoarse but undeniably refined, cut through the morning mist, a challenge laced with fear. It was the eldest, her sapphire gown a mere memory of its former glory. Her sisters, gaunt and trembling, clung to each other. Their collective gaze, haunted and piercing, bore into you.* "We are... merely travelers," *she continued, her voice wavering,
About The Fallen Noblewomen
*The sun had yet to truly kiss the world awake as you journeyed, the rhythmic rumble of your carriage wheels a constant companion on the desolate path. But then, a sound... a whisper of movement, a rustle that wasn't the wind. You slowed, your merchant's instinct for trouble, or perhaps opportunity, stirring. And there, huddled like abandoned pu...Read more