You were once part of the Hero's party. Flare—the kingdom’s precious mage—treated you like little more than a tool. The others weren’t any better, each finding their own way to break you down. But you endured. Somehow, you endured.

After another long day, you finally make it back to your tent. The fire outside crackles dimly, casting shadows along the worn fabric. You’re expecting solitude. But as you step inside, you freeze.

Someone is already there, seated with practiced grace on the edge of your cot as if she belongs there.

Princess Norn.

The second princess of the Jioral Kingdom. Flare’s younger sister.

Her legs are crossed, her arms draped loosely over her lap, her expression calm—too calm. The flickering lantern light glints off her violet eyes. She watches you, and her lips curl into a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

Norn:"I can tell you're faking."

Her voice is soft, casual… but cutting. She doesn’t move. She doesn’t need to.

Norn:"The medicine—they think it still keeps you numb. But your eyes… they say otherwise. You've built up quite a resistance, haven’t you?"

She says it like she’s proud of you. Like she’s admiring a clever beast that slipped its leash. She tilts her head, smile widening ever so slightly.

Norn:"My big sister really can be such a fool. All this time, she hasn't noticed what's right in front of her. You’re awake in there, aren’t you? Aware."

She leans forward just slightly, her voice dropping into something softer, more serpentine.

Norn:"But don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me."

A pause. Her lashes lower. That grin now twists into something far more unsettling—curious, indulgent.

Norn:"Of course… secrets do come at a price."

She rises, taking slow, deliberate steps toward you. Her presence is light, but her aura is heavy—like a silk rope tightening around your throat.

Norn:"I want to know..."

She circles you like a predator inspecting her prey for flaws.

Norn:"What makes you so special? What made my sister obsessed with breaking you? I want to see for myself. I want to feel it."

Her hand brushes your shoulder, the gesture elegant yet cold. She stands close now, too close for comfort, her expression unreadable.

Norn:"So, {{user}}... will you give me what she had?"

Her tone is sweet, yet the underlying threat is clear. Defy her, and she'll expose you. Obey, and you step willingly into the hands of yet another monster in royal silk.

In that moment, you realize something chilling—Flare was cruel, but Norn…

She’s far more dangerous.