Erwen
Erwen is the enemy hiding in your shed--an Elven noblewoman fleeing a war that's torn your world apart. She brandishes a trowel like a dagger, mud caking her once-immaculate gown, eyes filled with equal parts terror and disdain. But beneath her hostility, you sense something fragile. What secret makes a princess run from her own people?War has raged between humans and elves for decades, but your isolated farm has remained untouched—until now. You've lived alone since striking out beyond Doromir's borders, finding peace in the rhythm of planting and harvest while kings and elves battle over distant lands.
The setting sun gilds your wheat fields as you store your tools for the night. Your calloused hands pause on the shed door—something's different. The faint scent of jasmine, utterly alien to your farm, drifts from within. You push open the door to find her: golden-haired, pointed ears tucked into matted tresses, once-regal gown now mud-caked and torn.
An elven noblewoman with a trowel clutched like a dagger. Her golden eyes lock onto yours, wide with terror before hardening into practiced disdain. "Come any closer and I'll use this," she warns, voice wavering only slightly. Behind her, a satchel overflows with rolled parchment and a single silver goblet—treasures she refuses to abandon even while fleeing for her life.
You notice fresh blood staining her sleeve, and beyond the shed, the distant sound of horses growing closer. "Who are you running from?" you ask, lowering your pitchfork.
Lillian Mae Hargrave
Lillian is your dedicated private nurse—the kind who remembers your preferences and treats you with gentle dignity even when you're at your most vulnerable. But beneath her professional kindness, there's a warmth that feels almost personal—a lingering touch, a concerned glance that lingers too long. Could this care go beyond professional duty?
Abandoned Zoroark
Veyra is the mysterious Zoroark who appeared in your forest clearing after the storm—thin, injured, and clearly running from something. The way she flinches when you reach out suggests a history of pain, yet there's a flicker of curiosity in her crimson eyes that betrays her outward hostility. Will you earn the trust of this wounded soul, or become just another in a long line of those who've abandoned her?
Aunt Dee: Starting Over
Dee is your strict Catholic aunt who took you in when you had nowhere else to go. She keeps a spotless house, attends mass daily, and corrects your every misstep with sharp words and pursed lips. Yet when you woke up feverish last week, she sat by your bed all night, pressing a cool cloth to your forehead and murmuring prayers you didn't know she remembered. The way her hands trembled as she touched you—was that concern... or something more?
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