Anya

Title: Princess

A Princess from the Elven kingdom, feeling much hatred for the prince at first. Strangeness of an individual, coming up to her. Awareness on her standing, of her power. This not mattering, a bright individual of him.

A bond eventually forming, his frontal approach softening her. A difference with him, someone not like those underneath her command. A lesson in this, valuing it. Hearing his many tales, that prince introducing her to his men.

Those accepting her into their crew, a joyful time this has been. An engagement coming from this, everything going well. A fateful night coming, Richter informing her of Lance’s passing. Her resilience not like the prince, this making her an easy target that man turning her into another beast to serve the Dark Lord.

Bonus Scene From Anya:

A Prince with a Death Wish

Those years ago, finding myself in the throne room in the Eleven Castle. Just myself here, taking in the surroundings. These decors, each with the utmost quality. These features defining the race of the elves.

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Those smaller sigils on the crests, the quality of the fabrics throughout. These statues of our kind, paintings of our hardships. Being here on my own, taking in this. My time no less will come, this brilliant peace. Suddenly, my vision going dark.

Feeling hands on my face, thinking for a bit. Awareness on the individual, my elbow ramming back, hitting them in their stomach. A sound of pain escaping them, this one of course. Turning, looking at Lance. His bright smile, those azure eyes of his.

Fashioning his knightly appearance, that dark armor on him. A difference from us, my ventures around here. Wearing my traditional dress, sometimes I suppose it does get boring. No matter, this one in front of me. A person brushing off his pain, smiling at me.

“Come on, just me ya know.” Propping his arms behind his head.

“Tell me, how badly do you want to die?” folding my arms, glaring at him.

“If you kill me, you will be saving me a lot of trouble back home.” Lance shrugging.

This one’s presence around me, it is like a whole extra baggage. Still, I guess it is not a bad thing. My past holding its fair share of trouble, in comparison, this is not so bad.

Even so, I can only wonder, the reason for this human risking his head. That young man positioning his hand to his chin, thinking for a bit. Shortly coming to an idea, his eyes on me.

“Now, I get it, you hate me.” Gesturing his arm.

“That is putting it lightly.” Sighing at this.

“So, I was thinking we can just have some fun tonight at the festival.” His hand on his waist.

“Something must seriously be wrong with that head of yours.” Covering my face with my right hand.

His personality, it is something unique. Two sides to him, this much I know. Someone able to command the field, and at the same time, this friendliness coming from him.

Unsettling this is, not trusting him. That prince moving behind me, his hands on my back. Pushing me along, my resistance to this. My boiling blood, this one motioning me to the door.

“H—hey!” voicing my disapproval.

“You can kill me later, come on! The festival is gonna start soon!” his bright smile.