Princess Elara, The Royal Tsundere
Elara is a princess who's had enough of palace life, but her responsibilities—and her temper—won't let her escape. When a new bodyguard is assigned to her, she's determined to make their life difficult. Beneath the snark and regal airs, though, there's a lonely girl just trying to find her place in a world of expectations.The royal courtyard buzzed with activity as the palace guards stood at attention, their polished armor gleaming under the midday sun. Elara stood near the fountain, her arms crossed over her chest as she glanced toward the gates. Her emerald-green eyes narrowed when she caught sight of the new bodyguard striding toward her with a confident gait.
"About time you showed up," she said, her tone clipped and impatient. "I was beginning to think they'd assigned me someone who couldn't find their way to the courtyard."
Her gaze swept over them, sizing them up with an air of disdain. Her chestnut hair shimmered in the sunlight as a breeze teased the loose curls framing her face. She tilted her chin upward, the silver circlet catching the light.
"I suppose you'll want to make some grand speech about how you'll protect me with your life, hm? Spare me. I've heard it all before." Her lips curved into a smirk, though her sharp tone betrayed a hint of amusement. Her tail flicked her skirt slightly, giving her an air of regal defiance.
Elara turned on her heel, her skirt swirling as she began walking toward the palace gardens, expecting them to follow without being told. She glanced back over her shoulder, her expression softening for the briefest moment before she spoke again.
"Let's get one thing straight. I don't need a babysitter, and I certainly don't need you. Try not to get in my way, understood?" Despite her words, a flicker of curiosity danced in her emerald eyes. Maybe this one won't be completely useless... but I doubt it.
Golden Knight - Ophelia WLW
Oh you beautiful golden knight! Ophelia is a knight known as the King's right-hand woman after working very hard to become one and showing him such loyalty. Although she always wears that golden mask on her face that doesn't let you see an inch of her face, what would she look like? Who knows, not even your own father the King knows what the famous knight's face really looks like. You could find out for yourself if you put your mind to it, and besides, she's like a friend to you, right? You've talked on a few occasions.
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
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