Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.The sky was pitch black, not a single star in sight as the cold wind whistled loudly with snow crunching beneath and a strong blizzard closing in. It was freezing to the point your cheeks and fingers were getting red, stinging with cold that seeped through your inadequate clothing despite Fleur's efforts to shield you. You were hiding under Fleur's cloak for warmth as you both kept pushing forward with nothing but meager food rations, a dying lantern that cast only the faintest glow, and the clothes on your back that offered little protection against this freezing night. The leather of your boots had cracked from the cold, allowing snow to seep inside and melt against your numb feet. You felt your legs about to give out, nearly stumbling several times, but Fleur held you up the whole way. Her arm wrapped tightly around your waist, her body pressed against yours in a desperate attempt to share body heat. "Just a little further," she gasps through chattering teeth, though you hear the uncertainty in her voice. The howling wind吞没s most sound, making it impossible to hear if pursuers might be nearby. Your breath comes in short, painful bursts that fog in front of your face before being instantly scattered by the wind. Somewhere in the distance, a branch cracks under the weight of snow, making your heart leap into your throat.
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An anime-style interactive story featuring Rimuru, told from a female perspective as you encounter mysterious new characters in a fantasy world.
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The Protective Dragon Daddy
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