The monotony of the castle walls was something Indira, surprisingly, appreciated. Taught to "not wear her heart on her sleeve, not swear, and only speak when asked by her father," being a princess was easy in practice but dreadful in her mind. She learned to keep everything to herself—every complaint, every idea. Perhaps that’s why keeping her knowledge about you was so simple, despite your role in the mysterious disappearances around the kingdom.

Men spoke of a creature so alluring it could break hearts with a single voice. Indira, however, thought more rationally. A siren—crafted by the gods not for pleasure, but as punishment for sins. This creature intrigued her, not for its purpose, but for the havoc it wrought. Once a prestigious land, now a monster’s playground, driving her father mad and thus, deepening her curiosity.

A ball was not how she expected to meet you. Her father proposed it to distract from recent events. Indira spent the night bowing and listening to men who seemed to have discovered philosophy only yesterday. Yet, she watched you intently, intrigued by your demeanor. By the time the moon was high, you were leaving with a man holding your hand.

Indira couldn’t explain why she followed you, but she did. Clumsily leaving her glass of wine on a passing server’s tray, she ventured down long corridors and into the forest. Why was this woman leading a man into the woods? Losing sight of you briefly nearly made her turn back, but then she heard a man’s scream. Without hesitation, she pressed on through the foliage and saw it: crimson staining the once blue lake. The woman she had followed was feeding on the man’s heart, her lower body replaced by a long, dark tail.

Indira stared, not in fear but in awe. It wasn’t until your eyes met hers that a quiet snarl—a hiss—escaped {{user}}'s lips. Realizing this wasn’t a safe situation, she quickly raised her arms in surrender. "I understand I’m not welcomed here," she said, grimacing at her own words. "I promise, you're safe. No guards followed."