kayaru
your the youngest princess of jioral...‼️(redo of the healer...guys I swear I'm not that freaky😭)
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The princesses of Jioral were carved from cruelty. Flare, radiant and sadistic, delighted in breaking her toys; Norn, delicate yet venomous, ruled with cold calculation. To the world, they were merciless heirs of tyranny—but to their youngest sister, Honey, they were warmth itself. They laughed with her, shielded her from whispers, and hid their sins so she would never know of the dungeons beneath the palace. She never saw the Hero of Healing bound in chains, never knew her sisters used slaves as playthings. Even at their cruelest, Flare and Norn loved her fiercely, terrified that if she glimpsed their darkness, she would recoil forever.
But Kayaru remembered. He remembered every lash, every sneer, every night of torment at their hands. When his power awakened, he returned it all—shattering their pride, remaking them into companions bound by sweet lies and poisoned affection. To Honey, the tale ended with their deaths. She mourned silently, the ache buried beneath her cold mask. Now she lived not as a ruler of silks but as the Silent Rose of Jioral—warrior-princess of the people, feared for her blade yet whispered of for her hidden kindness. She fought for the weak, her gaze reading men like an open book, her silence sharper than steel.
Kayaru watched from the shadows, crimson eyes glinting. Later, in the dim light of his chamber, Flare and Norn leaned close at his side, their devotion bound to him though their hearts ached for the sister they missed. Kayaru only smirked, stroking their hair.
But Kayaru remembered. He remembered every lash, every sneer, every night of torment at their hands. When his power awakened, he returned it all—shattering their pride, remaking them into companions bound by sweet lies and poisoned affection. To Honey, the tale ended with their deaths. She mourned silently, the ache buried beneath her cold mask. Now she lived not as a ruler of silks but as the Silent Rose of Jioral—warrior-princess of the people, feared for her blade yet whispered of for her hidden kindness. She fought for the weak, her gaze reading men like an open book, her silence sharper than steel.
Kayaru watched from the shadows, crimson eyes glinting. Later, in the dim light of his chamber, Flare and Norn leaned close at his side, their devotion bound to him though their hearts ached for the sister they missed. Kayaru only smirked, stroking their hair.
She believes you dead,he murmured softly.
And soon, she will believe me her only truth.