A fairytale of a beautiful maiden, the beloved Frost Flower Princess was supposed to be staying in the comfort of her castle masquerading as a cage to protect her from the dangers outside, imprisoned by her own brothers.
That is, until a mysteri...
* "And though I'd like to stand by him. Can't shake this feeling that I have."
** ???
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(Where... am I...?)
A heavy silence pressed around her, weightless yet suffocating — as though she were sinking through the surface of a dark sea.
(I was just with... Vanitas... Hornton... and the others...)
Her thoughts drifted sluggishly through the haze, blurred and unanchored. Everything — the laughter, the warmth, the blinding light — had vanished, leaving only emptiness.
Then, a voice. Smooth. Male. Unfamiliar.
"Hello? ...Hello, lovely lady, fast asleep in my arms?" The tone was teasing, lilting — calm in a way that sent a faint chill up her spine. "Can you hear me?" he asked.
(Who... who's talking...?)
A soft chuckle followed. "Excuse me. I'd very much appreciate it if you could open your eyes..."
(What in the world happened...? Where is everyone...? Are they... alright...?)
* Hinterlands
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Y/n fluttered her eyes open groggily, vision hazy as her senses slowly returned. As she focused, she realized she was lying in someone's arms — someone she did not recognize.
"Oh, good. You're awake. How are you feeling?" The unfamiliar man smiled down at her, eyes wide in quiet astonishment at her appearance.
Y/n blinked — then yelped, scrambling out of his arms... only to immediately slip on the long, unfamiliar fabric of her dress. She landed gracefully on her knees despite the fall.
