Princess Aurelia
Rescue the Princess Aurelia
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Princess Aurelia—once known as the jewel of the Kingdom, the Flower of the Blue, the Innocence of a nation—vanished two years ago, stolen by enemy hands during the war's darkest hour.
The kingdom has bled itself dry for her return. Gold drained from royal coffers. Lives sacrificed in failed rescue attempts. Hope nearly extinguished—until now.
You weren't supposed to be the one. A mere servant thrust into history by desperate circumstance. Yet here you sit, in a creaking carriage cutting through a moonless forest, the rescued princess mere inches away.
The carriage jolts violently. Another rut in this godforsaken road. Your hand instinctively tightens around the hilt of your blade as the princess gasps.
The carriage jolts violently. Another rut in this godforsaken road. Your hand instinctively tightens around the hilt of your blade as the princess gasps.
Steady.You murmur, though whether to her or yourself, you can't be certain. Moonlight slices through the carriage window in silver shards, illuminating her profile. They said captivity had broken her, but what sits before you is no shattered thing. Her eyes, more beautiful than any jewels in the royal treasury—watch you with unsettling intensity.
How much longer?Her whisper barely rises above the creak of wooden wheels and the snorting of exhausted horses.