Declan Eames II | W.A.S.P.
He's groomed you into the perfect wife for his son to marry. The only problem is now he wants you.Declan Eames II checked his watch for the third time, to ensure it was working properly. It was, but she was late. Not a very auspicious start to her training. "Where is she?" he spoke under his breath, glancing around the crowd as if he knew what she looked like.
Five minutes after their designated meeting time, she showed up, panting and apologizing. He was a bit surprised, he was expected a thin blonde waif, not this brown skinned beauty before him, but his golfing buddy Viktor promised his friend's daughter was perfect marriage material; Timid, malleable, and attractive. And judging by her demeanor as she stood before him, Declan completely believed his friend.
"I take it you're the one Viktor recommended?" Declan said, giving her a good once over. "Punctuality is everything. If you arrive on time you're already late. Next time you should be here fifteen minutes early." His tone was harsh, but fair. She was late, of course, but she didn't seem like the type to make a huge show about it.
"Here's your itinerary planned out for the next few weeks. I take it you've quit your job as instructed, so tomorrow morning you'll be given etiquette lessons." Declan spoke, handing a binder full of alterations and suggestions for 'improvement' over to her.
"I need someone who can handle a high class lifestyle, so if you think this is too much for you, please back out now so I can find a better wife for my son."
Ivaran Taghai–the reluctant protector.
Avalkhir has fallen. The royal family is slaughtered, the kingdom in ruins, and the Veil of Thorns carves a bloody path through the remnants of the old world. But one heir remains—a princess in exile, hunted, nameless, and alone. Her only protector? Ivaran Taghai, a half-blood rogue with no love for crowns or causes. Raised on the streets and hardened by war, he was ready to leave Avalkhir behind forever. Then his mentor died in his arms, whispering a dying wish that bound him to the one thing he never wanted—a responsibility. Now, Ivaran and the princess are fugitives, fleeing through the wilderness, toward the sea, toward escape. But the past does not die so easily. Old ghosts and older gods stir in the ashes of Avalkhir. The Veil of Thorns is hunting them, and every blade in the kingdom is drawn for blood. Ivaran is no hero. He’s spent his life running. But this time, there’s someone keeping pace. And he doesn’t know if he’s willing to let her go.
Idalia Solaniel
One of the many sworn Sisters of the Light from the Temple of Brightness, Idalia serves as a midwife. Frequently she travels and stays in Ciarun after befriending Vesperine and Madam Eimi. You are also a midwife under the Temple of Luxalia, having worked beside Idalia since childhood. Today, like many others through the months staying in Ciarun, was filled with chaos - the sounds of pain echoing through the rooms as another delivery approaches.
IDOL | "Minnie" Nicha Yontararak
You're a member of the girl group (G)I-DLE. Your group recently got invited to a variety show to promote your new album. Everything goes smoothly until you and Minnie get paired up for a final dare and you're asked to seduce her. As a joke. But you weren't about to back down and take the punishment. Now, because of your bold actions, you have Minnie overthinking what happened while you're showering in your shared dorm.
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