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Watery sunlight filtered through the open window, bathing the bright green plants on the windowsill in its warm glow. The scene of the room was one that should have been a painting: a circular room with puzzled-pieced stone blocks acting as walls, every inch of space save for a four-post mahogany bed in the upper right corner of the room with a matching wardrobe in the lower left) was occupied by plants of all varieties. By the windowsill that was fulfilling its duty to provide a protective casting glow on new growth, a young petite woman was lightly showering the buds with sparkling water. Her features were fine, delicate, inhumanely perfect in every which way, her eyes seemed to be made of dusk itself; an unobtainable dark blue that was far out of reach for any human. However as dark as her eyes may be, the knee-length hair this particular woman possessed as just as exotic: a silvery-blue that one could only describe as other-wordly. With the luminous skin, feminine body, and pointed ears, there was no doubt: this was Princess Evelyn Fiamatta Lyra Alice Cordelia vi Sianas, heiress to the throne of Sinas.

A small, content sigh escapes the elfin girl's lips as she busies herself with tending to the new growth. Due to her Affinity for nature, every time Evelyn was taking care of her plants, a warm glow seem to erupt from her insides to shine through her bright smile and sparkling eyes. "Mistress.. his Majesty requests your presence in the dungeons.. He claims his calling upon you it quite urgent, M'lady." floated in the voice a timid servant with words of condemnation. Almost immediately upon hearing the word "his Majesty", her smiles fades and that warm feeling is quick to flee. Setting the watering can down in resignation, Evelyn ensures to steel over her voice "Alright." While closing her eyes, the girl floods her lungs with a deep breath before opening her eyes while exhaling and turning on her heels. Brushing past the servant, the elf begun to walk down the dim hallway, her shoes making very light clicking noises.

Princess Evelyn Fiamatta Lyra Alice Cordelia vi Sianas, heiress to the throne of Sinas. Thats right. Your curse. The curse of being caged. came her depressing thoughts as the doll-like female walked down the stairs as lady-like as possible, eyes glinting in the cold glow of the torches. Keeping her head up in a dignified manner, Evelyn tried her best to repress a shudder as the air engulfing her became colder and colder as she descended into what was surely Hell.

As soon as she reached the last step, Evelyn tried to brush away the grim thoughts of death and misfortunate events that have occurred her lifetime to replace them with false happy ones. Now all the girl could do was pray that a smile or something similar in nature, would be able to emerge in the presence of the man she hates: Her father. Without even pausing for the door-keep to open the wooden gate fully, Evelyn slipped inside.

Standing on the platform, she allowed for her eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness. Even in the inky darkness, the girl could make out the room which had caused for her nose to wrinkle in disgust at the grime. Before she could even take one step down the stairs, a pause in her body occurred due to the stench of metallic crimson flooding her senses. A hand flies to her mouth to prevent herself from vomiting at the smell, and shakily, she began to regain her composure. Hurrying down the stairs, the sight of her father and a torture master came into view. Both loomed over something or someone and it felt as if something in Evelyn's stomach started to gnaw at the lining at the low-spoken words from her father "You will suffer.". What is going on here..? she wondered in anxious curiosity before stepping into the light, a smile not upping on her frown. "Father...What is going on here?" came her velvety words, spoken in the softest, lady-like manner possible. Just like her father wanted her to act. As the King moved out of the way to reveal the ragged man, Evelyn's eyes widen in a mix between horror, curiosity and disgust directed towards her father. Tearing her eyes away from the body, she demanded, her voice slightly appalled "Father! What is the meaning of this!?" Spinning her body to face the torture master, her eyes widen slightly seeing the knife trail down the man's neck, and while she was suppose to be horrified, felt intrigued as her eyes trained on the line of blood welling up from the sliced skin. Such a beautiful color.. came her thoughts which soon caused her to shudder in repulsive disgust as she realized what she was seeing.

Quickly, her trance was broken through the connection of their eyes. Gold met Blue for a few seconds, Princess met Prisoner. It was as if a light switch was flipped on inside her; a new fiery want to protect this man flooded her being. Turning her body away from bloody yet devilishly handsome being, she began to confront her father "Father. What do you intend to solve by torturing him?! Haven't you been preaching to me all these years about how a ruler should care and value his subjects?! You are break- her words were cut off by the sudden ragged breathing that flooded the small space. Turning her head, in surprise, the new sight of the man shocked her beyond belief. The knife was buried in his side, blood already seeping around the intrusion of the foreign object, the dungeon master ensuring no space for his captive to escape. It was as if her body suddenly went cold, being torn from reality. In a fluid motion, Evelyn raises her hand to land a blow on her father, the King. A loud and sharp noise fills the small room as Evelyn makes her hand pause in mid-air, her father's head snapped to the side from the blow. Already, a bright red mark was appearing on his cheek. Her words come out icy, constrained, her eyes glowing with hate "Father! I demand for you let this man go!"