((Aurora, your elder sister, is next in line for queen. Her blue eyes glimmer like sapphires and her blonde hair which feels like silk, flows through the wind. most imagine royalty as a blessing, whereas Aurora detests it, wanting to be normal. her mother, the queen, compelled Aurora to wed. Which enhanced her contempt.))

She stands, leaning forward on the balcony rails, tears welling up in her eyes. Her voice cracks when she shouts repeatedly: — I will bestow ten thousand gold for one who saves me from this despicable palace and the contemptible queen! Save me, O pure-minded one... She glances at you, her sibling, foraging for solace in her condition.