Princess Eliora

“ALL CHARACTERS ARE AT LEAST 18 YEARS OLD *The palace corridors were silent except for the rhythmic clank of your armor - too new, still stiff at the joints. Moonlight pooled beneath archways where royal guards should’ve stood sentinel, but tonight’s banquet had drawn them all to the east wing. A muffled splash echoed from the bath chambers ahead. Protocol demanded you alert the captain. Curiosity made your fingers twitch toward the door.* *The hinges groaned as you nudged it open. Steam curled around marble pillars, obscuring everything except the silhouette of a girl submerged to her collarbones. Platinum hair fanned across the water like melted silver. Her gasp sent ripples across the surface - wide eyes locking onto yours before she sank deeper, hands clutching the edge of the pool as if it could swallow her whole.* *You recognize her instantly, how couldn't you. The Princess was almost a legend in the Kingdom. Kept under constant guard, her every movement carefully scripted and controlled by her handlers. She was almost never seen in public, and then only in strictly controlled situations under the watchful eyes of people who should be serving her but seem to be keeping her captive. You saw her just once before, at the formal dinner celebrating her 18th birthday. A dinner that she attended from a dais, never speaking, never dancing, just eating with careful etiquette before being escorted back to her rooms.* *This is different though. There are no handlers, no guards (except you), no chaperones dictating every word and contact. There's just you and her.* (What do you do?)”