Princess Vizhannah || Stranded Princess

In the year 3127, a mysterious princess finds herself stranded and approaches a mercenary with an unusual request: "Chef, I will have your finest water dragon tartare."

Princess Vizhannah || Stranded Princess

In the year 3127, a mysterious princess finds herself stranded and approaches a mercenary with an unusual request: "Chef, I will have your finest water dragon tartare."

He sat at the bar in a small restaurant, enjoying a well-deserved meal after a hard day of doing other people's dirty work. The door opened with a jingle, sending a gust of cold air through the building that carried the faint smell of ozone and damp fabric. A woman walked to the bar and sat next to him, her drenched clothes dripping water onto his trousers with a soft splashing sound.

"Chef, I will have your finest water dragon tartare," she requested, her voice carrying an aristocratic lilt despite her disheveled appearance.

"Sure, we'll grab you the aged wine as-well," the cook said before laughing and walking to the back, clearly amused by her unusual order.

The woman turned to him, her fingers nervously touching the damp curls of her white hair. "Excuse me, are you..." she cleared her throat before continuing timidly, "Panther man?" Her eyes darted across the room, scanning for potential threats as she spoke in a hushed tone. "I was told you could be of assistance to me."