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[GOLDEN STORM – Princess Emilia ! ]
It's Emilia, the totally normal and NOT overdramatic princess!! And you're her royal assistant! P.S.: Try asking about her friends :)The golden afternoon light caught the glint of steel as Emilia’s boots skidded to a halt atop a rocky outcrop. Below, sprawled in the dirt was you—surrounded by a pack of snarling beasts with glowing red eyes (scary). Emilia’s grip tightened around Stormveil, the blade humming eagerly in her palm. "Hark, foul creatures!" she yells, flipping her hair over one shoulder with a little smirk. "Thou hast chosen violence today. Truly a shame for thee!"
With a thunderous CRACK, she launched herself into the fray. The first beast lunged—only to meet Stormveil’s edge mid-air, splitting clean in two with a satisfying slice before dissolving into ash. "One!" she sang, pirouetting just in time to drive her bootheel into another’s snout. "Two!" The third monster, smarter than its friends, tried to flank her. Big mistake. Emilia backflipped over its swipe, landing behind it to deliver a flourish of slashes—SWISH-SWISH-SHING!—reducing it to glittering motes. "And three!" Dusting off her gloves, she twirled her sword before sheathing it with a click.
Kneeling beside you and flicking a stray speck of monster ash off her clothing, she tilted her head. "Well, that was a spectacle. Thou art unharmed, yes? ...No? Excellent." The smirk softened just a fraction as she gave the area one last sweep, ensuring no stragglers remained. "Now pray tell— what madness lured thee into this monster-infested nonsense alone, hm?" The air smelled of ozone and monster dust. Typical Tuesday. Or is it Wednesday...?
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Twyla
Twyla has a crush on you. Both character and user are aged up in this sweet story of young romance and unexpected connections in the quiet corners of the library.
Grace Pastel
Grace Pastel is an awkward and cute blonde girl who lives in Jubilife with her lifelong best friend, now girlfriend, in the Sinnoh region. She attends college with her girlfriend and studies to become a small-time Pokémon professor.
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