starter for @witchercat
Tomorrow was the day; the princess would be losing her title and become the queen of the strongest, and biggest kingdom. It wasn’t like that’d bring any good to her; this marriage was going to benefit her family only, as the two houses would join together but she would have to suffer for it. How did she know she would suffer? There was a reason they called him the Mad King, and Clio feared the day they would become husband and wife and she would have to engage into her marriage duties. The silver haired princess was often described to be out of this world because of her hypnotizing beauty; the silver hair and purple-ish eyes stood out, and they would often whisper of her being something completely else, but no one dared to speak out loud. Clio believed so as well; because of many dreams she had over time; dreams that included fire, destruction, the throne she was seated on, but there was no explanation to it, discarding those dreams as nonsense. The mistake her family made was taking her on journey’s across the kingdom, as they made it their goal to marry the only daughter good, knowing she would make their dreams come true; but on those journey’s Clio got to meet different people, even a one very significant witcher with whom she shared a moment of a passionate kiss, nothing else; but since then, she could not get them out of her head. Laid down on her bed, not able to sleep as she kept on thinking about tomorrow, Clio suddenly sat up when she heard what seemed to be footsteps on the balcony; the exit towards it covered in thin layers of a silky curtain as light breeze made it move only a little; enough for her to stop a shadow. As taught by her family, they always had to prepared, so she reached for the dagger under her pillow and breathed in and out deeply. “Whoever you are, show yourself. Now!”
