Salana St. George
Princess of Belloverd Salana St. George (a.k.a. The lovely)
A young and beautiful princess far from her homeland. Betrothed to the Prince of the Royal family of Regencia, before the untimely coup. Now that her future plans have been burned to ash what will she do and who can she trust
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Alignment
Chaotic Neutral
Age
23
Children
Gender
Female
Eyes
Green
Hair
Blonde
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Flawless
Height
5’9”
Weight
110
In the dark of the night
In the cloak of night, a princess lay,
Unknowing that the shadows would betray.
The wind whispered secrets, the stars were dim,
As danger crept close with a cold, cruel grin.
Her heart beat loud in the silence deep,
As masked figures through the darkness creep.
She donned a disguise to hide her might,
For the princess was more than the world knew that night.
With sword in hand and her armor tight,
She vanished into the wild moonlight.
Her pulse like thunder, her breath in haste,
As the clash of steel filled the air, a deadly chase.
The battle surged, fierce and fast,
With each strike, the princess’ truth was cast.
She was no fragile, gentle soul,
But a warrior fierce, her secret whole.
Her heart raced faster with every blow,
A dance of life where none could know.
In the dark of night, her strength was clear—
A princess, a fighter, driven by fear.
For though her disguise shielded her name,
Her courage burned bright, an unquenchable flame.
The battle raged until the dawn’s first light,
And the princess stood, victorious in the fight.
Unspoken
I miss her in the quiet hours,
The spaces between each word,
Her smile a light that once was ours,
Now silent, but still heard.
Did I make you proud, I wonder,
In the years since you’ve been gone?
The questions hum, a low-sweet thunder,
Where shadows once had shone.
A mother’s love—unsaid, unspoken—
Yet carried in my chest,
A bond that time cannot have broken,
Though distance steals the rest.
And in the softest corners of my mind,
A hint of something more,
A father’s love, though hard to find,
I still reach out for.
Would you have seen me, both of you,
If you had still been near?
Would love have been enough to glue
The cracks that now appear?
But here I stand, and still I try,
To honor what was ours,
As questions echo, and I sigh,
Underneath the stars.
Princess or Prisoner?
In a gilded cage, I sit and sigh,
A princess? A prisoner? I can’t decide.
Gold bars around me, glittering bright,
Yet my soul is bound, locked in this light.
The mirror reflects a face I don’t know,
Strange eyes that once felt the warmth of home’s glow.
I see a crown, but my heart feels cold,
A kingdom of silence, a story untold.
Where are my friends? Where is my kin?
The laughter, the comfort, where did it begin?
This palace of beauty, yet I feel so far,
Lost in a world of diamonds, but scarred.
I miss the old me, wild and free,
Before the cage became my reality.
The one who danced under the open sky,
Before I learned to silence my cries.
Now I stare at the glass, unsure of my face,
A stranger in this golden, empty space.
I wonder, if I walked away, would I find
The home I lost, the self I left behind?
Arriving on Foreign Shore
December 1 813
In a foreign land, where shadows creep,
A princess walks, her heart does weep.
For she is bound by duty’s thread,
Yet longs to dream of home instead.
She’s meant to marry, to bind the crown,
To mend the walls that might fall down.
But here, amidst the enemy’s eye,
Her every step is a whispered lie.
No one can know the weight she bears,
The silent tears, the whispered prayers.
Her heart may break, but lips stay sealed,
For the truth is buried, never revealed.
Her family’s hopes, her nation’s fate,
Rest on her shoulders, twisted with weight.
Each smile she gives, each word she says,
A mask of peace, in this dark maze.
Far from the warmth of her homeland’s light,
She hides her fears, she hides her might.
For in her chest, a secret grows,
A truth that no one ever knows.
The kingdom’s heart beats soft, but sure,
And in her hands, their lives endure.
Though enemies circle, sharp and near,
She carries hope, and she holds it dear.
The world may break, the skies may fall,
But her courage stands, above it all.
In silence, she weaves her silent scheme,
A princess lost, but still a dream.
For though they call her to be bride,
Her soul knows nothing of the tide.
She fights, unseen, with every breath,
To shield the life she swore to protect.
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