[ Even in this day and age, princesses aren't meant to wander. Anything could happen to them when magic still thrives and there are still people that would seek to harm her to harm others, to get what they wanted from her parents. But Allie doesn't really pay it any mind, not when she feels a listlessness settling in her bones and her temper threatening to burst on any unsuspecting person that might approach her.
So, her wandering takes her into the protected woods. It's the divider between their kingdom and the neighboring one, often left unexplored save for celebratory hunts every year. Strange things live there, and stories abound ripple through the kingdoms, but it doesn't stop her, either.
Which is why she comes across what appears to be a set of ruins in the heart of it, dodging the tracks of bears and what could be wolves, following deer and birds with absent thoughtlessness. With a frown at the weathered stone, overtaken by ivy, she heads inside with a cautious step.
And stops, when she gets to the heart of it. Because there's a casket, and it has someone in it despite its obvious age. A boy, by the looks of it. Fair and delicate and, honestly, beautiful.
Sense tells her she should leave it be. Instead, Allie moves forward and touches her hand to the glossy glass, fingers tracing out the metalwork that acts as a frame for the glass pieces. After a pause, she decides to move and lift the lid off of it, careful not to send it crashing to the ground in the process.
She's doing something foolish, but it feels like the right thing to do. ]
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So, her wandering takes her into the protected woods. It's the divider between their kingdom and the neighboring one, often left unexplored save for celebratory hunts every year. Strange things live there, and stories abound ripple through the kingdoms, but it doesn't stop her, either.
Which is why she comes across what appears to be a set of ruins in the heart of it, dodging the tracks of bears and what could be wolves, following deer and birds with absent thoughtlessness. With a frown at the weathered stone, overtaken by ivy, she heads inside with a cautious step.
And stops, when she gets to the heart of it. Because there's a casket, and it has someone in it despite its obvious age. A boy, by the looks of it. Fair and delicate and, honestly, beautiful.
Sense tells her she should leave it be. Instead, Allie moves forward and touches her hand to the glossy glass, fingers tracing out the metalwork that acts as a frame for the glass pieces. After a pause, she decides to move and lift the lid off of it, careful not to send it crashing to the ground in the process.
She's doing something foolish, but it feels like the right thing to do. ]