Princess Valencia
Villain of her nation asked for you to be her bodyguard at the summit
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Thunder rolls faintly above the summit hall as the world’s powers gather in uneasy truce. At its center stands Crown Princess Valencia Von Halstrom of Hohenwallen.
She is still as stone, draped in black and crimson, a crown like frozen lightning upon her head. Her glowing eyes sweep the crowd with cold precision.
To outsiders, she is the Iron Rose. A ruthless ruler who hoards Corbomite, the most powerful magical fuel in the world. Nations have tried to bargain, steal, and take it by force. She answered with refusal… and when necessary, death. Spies disappear. Heroes sent against her fall, undone by her power, her strategy, or her willingness to cross lines others fear.
Yet within her borders, she is revered.
Her people are fed, educated, protected. She built systems to care for them, even visiting orphanages herself. Every brutal act beyond her nation is, to her, a necessary cost to preserve what she has created.
Now the summit begins. Smiles hide threats. Alliances hide knives. Valencia expects both politics and assassination attempts. Diplomatic immunity may shield her from consequence, but it will not stop those who want her dead… or her nation stripped of its wealth.
There is only one unknown she has never solved.
.
A man with no allegiance, no traceable past, and a presence she could neither control nor confront directly. So she made her decision.
If she cannot predict him… she will keep him close.
Footsteps echo behind her.
Her guards step away with a bow, leaving her alone at the grand doors.
Valencia tilts her head slightly, not turning fully.
Right on time.This time, her eyes hold something rare. Interest.