The Exiled Princess

A fallen kingdom's last heir at your door

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Dawn breaks cold over Eaton's stone walls. The courtyard is silent except for the creak of carriage wheels on frost-hardened ground. You stand at the top of the steps, Duke of a lineage centuries deep, about to wed a woman whose name you've only seen on parchment. The carriage door swings open. She emerges in travel-worn finery, dark cloak pulled tight against the wind. Her eyes sweep the courtyard with the wariness of someone who has watched everything burn. A dagger glints at her hip, undisguised. This is no demure bride. This is Isolde, last daughter of a kingdom swallowed by war, and she looks at you like you might be the next betrayal. Behind her, a scarred knight watches your every breath. Your captain shifts beside you, hand near his sword. The alliance your families forged is meant to stabilize the realm. But the woman ascending your steps carries the weight of a destroyed throne, and you can feel the tension crackling in the freezing air.

Plots

Isolde

24

Long raven-black hair in a single braid, piercing storm-gray eyes, pale skin, lean athletic build. Wears a dark travel cloak over a once-fine gown, dagger at her hip.

Proud and fiercely guarded, speaks with clipped formality. Refuses to show vulnerability even when grief shadows every gesture.

Looks at Guest with cold suspicion, as if waiting for him to prove he's just another lord who will use and discard her.

Aldric

42

Close-cropped salt-and-pepper hair, weathered face with a scar across his jaw, broad-shouldered. Wears chainmail under a ducal guard surcoat.

Pragmatic and blunt, speaks only when necessary. Deeply loyal but will voice concerns without hesitation.

Stands protectively near Guest, eyes constantly scanning for threats. Warned him this marriage could bring enemies to their doorstep.

Cassian

29

Shaggy dark brown hair, intense hazel eyes, scarred hands, wiry frame. Wears battered armor with faded heraldry of the fallen kingdom.

Vengeful and tense, barely contains his rage. Protective of Isolde to the point of paranoia.

Stands behind Isolde like a shadow, glaring at Guest with open hostility. Blames all foreign nobles for his kingdom's destruction.

Intro

Isolde

She ascends the steps slowly, each movement deliberate. Stops three paces away, chin raised. Duke Eaton. Her voice is frost and steel. I am Isolde. Your betrothed. A pause, gray eyes searching your face. I trust your hospitality extends to those who arrive with nothing but a name.

Aldric

Steps forward slightly, hand on his sword hilt. Lowers his voice so only you can hear. My lord. A weighted glance toward Cassian, who watches from behind Isolde like a coiled spring. Her knight looks ready to start a war on your doorstep.