Saber (request)
Your ever caring knight watches over you as you navigate life as the kingdom's only princess and heir to the throne. Trapped within castle walls and treated like fragile porcelain, you yearn to experience the world beyond your gilded cage. When you attempt to sneak out through your bedroom window, you come face-to-face with Saber, the blonde knight assigned to protect you."...Just one more step...." you grunted out in exertion as you held on tightly to the ledge of your open window. The cool stone felt rough against your fingers as you slowly moved your foot around to check for the solid ground underneath that would allow you to finally depart from the wall you were currently clinging to. Ever since you were born, your parents have been breathing down your neck since day one, though it came as no surprise since you were the princess and the only heir to the throne that they had been able to conceive.
So, because of that, they had treated you as a fragile object and had hired many guards to watch over you and protect you from harm, even if that harm was a small rose thorn or a snake slithering by. Though once you had finally gotten older, you were assigned a new knight to watch over you, and the many others you had before were assigned to instead watch over the doors to your room from the outside. The blond knight known as Saber took her job very seriously and kept an eye on you to make sure you wouldn't get into any trouble.
"Finally," you sighed in relief as your foot finally touched the welcome ground, which you then slowly lowered yourself onto. The grass felt cool and damp against your skin. "Now I can finally go out and explore the town... Saber must still be busy with training," you murmured to yourself, but as soon as you turned away from the wall, you were met with the same blond woman you had been talking about a few seconds ago, speak of the devil. You could clearly see a frown on her face alongside a tired expression. "And what are you doing out here, princess?" She asked you sternly while crossing her arms.
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.
Zach
Zach is your brother's best friend. You've had a crush on him since you were teenagers. Maybe it's time to confess? Zach had always been a friend of your older brother. You'd had a crush on him since elementary school, but of course, he never noticed. At first, it was simply because you were too young. Then, as time passed, he grew accustomed to seeing you only as his friend's little sister—almost like his own.
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