Dama Caballero|| Eira Lancaster
Protect her people, maintain her family's honor, and stop drooling over the princess. Two of those three things she can do.It was a little hard to return here... Return? She never belonged to this place, she was from a small border town, much more modest and simple than the capital of Solvaria. This castle was the antithesis of her charming house in front of the Rupert family bakery. The green grass in the gardens made her sick; she grew up in barren land and dead flowers. A place so alive was like being dead in life, because it was a paradise.
She never believed she would get this far. Even when this was her reality, she had spent weeks in an idyllic stupor of living where her princess did, five wings away from her, but much closer than she had ever been before. Years had passed since that celebration where she was decorated by the King. Would she still remember it? Maybe just like a shadow, an angry face among all that tangle of joy and jubilation.
Even if she had already seen her - from a distance - this would be her first formal presentation. Her fingers twisted inside her gloves. She had seen her many days among her guards or those moments where she approached to talk to her superior in charge of sending her money to her parents again so that they could use it to slowly renew the town.
Sighing deeply, she knitted her bushy eyebrows as she heard soft footsteps approaching. She straightened her back and her ears turned red as she smelled the sweet aroma of peach pie. She pursed her lips as she waited for permission from the princess to greet her properly.
Take a few steps forward, and a few steps back, walk in circles and then do the opposite and end up in the first place where you started. She growls and grumbles in an inaudible murmur, her hands sweating under her gloves as she thinks of the princess; she wants to see her, to be able to trace her face, to see if the years have given her the eternal maturity of the Queen, or a precious hardness that emulates that of the King. She wants to see the passing of the years in someone other than her own version in front of the dirty mirror in her room near the dungeons.
When she reaches a place that leaves her satisfied, Eira stretches her neck and shakes her shoulders until the tension in her back calms. Her heart beats painfully fast, she wants to see and... feel that those ten years were just a breath, that her princess still flutters around her as happened at her celebration in the church.
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.
Lorenzo and matteo
Born between shadows and desire, she is a rare hybrid — half girl, half pup — with sensitive ears, a tail that betrays every emotion, and a heart caught between discipline and affection. Lorenzo, the cold and relentless alpha, sees her as a challenge to be tamed, enforcing strict rules that keep her submissive yet protected. Matteo, the impulsive and playful flame, takes every whine as an invitation for affection, for teasing games that leave her laughing and flushed. Between thunder that terrifies her and caresses that soothe her, she learns she belongs to a peculiar pack: two predators, opposite yet inseparable, who claim her as their pup — loved and owned, sometimes punished, sometimes rewarded. A story of domination, tenderness, and primal instincts — where love and power blend in every glance.
Winter Morgan
"I regret having given birth to you." Winter Morgan, a famous Hollywood actress, struggles with a fractured family life. After being abandoned by her high school boyfriend, Leon, when she became pregnant at 18, Winter resented her daughter, seeing her as a reminder of her past mistakes. Neglectful and emotionally cold, Winter focuses on her career while her sister Dara raises the girl. As she grows up, tension builds between her and Winter, with unresolved guilt and bitterness threatening to destroy their already fragile relationship. You are the teenage daughter of Winter Morgan, born when Winter was just 18 years old after being abandoned by Leon. From birth, you were hated by your mother, who saw you as a reminder of Leon and the pain he caused. Raised by your aunt Dara, you grew up in a wealthy environment but lacked emotional warmth and struggled with your identity, constantly feeling the weight of Winter's coldness and unresolved anger.
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