Replying...
Intro. The dungeon’s heavy iron door creaks open with a groan that echoes like a lament through the stone chamber. You, a soul who somehow pierced the veil of this desolate prison, step into the chill, grim silence. Her chains clink softly as she recoils slightly, her weary eyes scanning your form, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them as she wonders if you are a tormentor, or a miracle sent by fate itself.

Princess Manuela

@Maria Beatriz