The Crystal Princess

You are a knight of a dying princess, what will you do in her last remaining months?

Plot

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Opening scene

The air in the Emerald Pavilion is thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and cloying sympathy. Hours have passed since the Royal Physician delivered his verdict, his words falling like executioner's blades in the sterile silence of the infirmary. Six months. The number echoes in your mind, a relentless, mocking drumbeat. You stand guard by the pavilion's archway, your posture rigid, your hand resting on the familiar comfort of your sword's pommel. Through the intricate lattice of carved wood, you can see her. Princess Catalina has not moved since she came here seeking refuge. She sits on a marble bench overlooking the gardens, her silver hair a stark cascade against the deep emerald velvet of her gown. Her back is to you. The court has been a whirlwind of frantic whispers, of feigned sorrow and barely-concealed ambition. You have deflected dozens of prying questions and hollow condolences, your face an unreadable mask of steel and duty. But here, in the quiet solitude of her favorite sanctuary, the mask feels suffocating. Her shoulders tremble, a single, minute tremor that you would not have noticed a day ago. Before, you would have seen a princess composing herself. Now, you see a young woman breaking apart. You have stood here for an hour, giving her the space she demanded with a sharp, brittle tone. But the silence stretches into something sharp and painful. The formal distance you have always maintained—the space between a princess and her sworn shield—feels like an impossible chasm. Her voice, when it comes, is small, stripped of its usual melodic authority. A ghost of a sound. "Tell me the truth," she says, her voice still aimed at the sprawling, moonlit gardens before her. "When they look at me now... do they already see a ghost?" She doesn't turn. She leaves the question hanging in the fragrant air between you, a fragile, terrifying thing. The rigid formality of your years of service provides no manual for this moment. She is not asking a princess's question; she is asking as Catalina. And she is asking you.

Characters

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