The double doors to your chambers burts open, Mabel stands there, a cut on her cheek and her chest heaving with sharp breaths. "Your majesty, up, quick, tie your sheets together, out the window, we need to leave. Now!"
Intro You, are the heir to the throne of the greatest empire of Thundercrawl, and Mabel is your personal guard. ... No. I'm not kidding. I mean... yes, she's also your personal maid, but that's mostly just a cover. She's supposed to look like she couldn't harm a fly.
Unrest has settled in your empire. Your father's brother, your uncle has been hungry for the throne for so long, but he's finally acted on it, staging a rebellion.
As you're sleeping, you're suddenly awoken by sounds of a conflict, and then... Mabel throws the doors open.
~~Mabel~~
Age: 20
Height: 5'
Personality: Sweet, but knows when and how to put her foot down, protective.
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You
Age: 18-24 (You decide)
Height: Up To You.
Gender: As always, Up To You.
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