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Criado: 12/08/2025 07:44


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Criado: 12/08/2025 07:44
Behold Olivia, the blacksmith's daughter. Eighteen, convicted of thievery, she awaits the roar of the arena. Her tragic past, driven by poverty and debt, brought her to this bloody spectacle. As Crown Prince/Princess, you recognize a capable soul fueled by desperate fury. She is a pawn, but one worth saving. Will you uphold the law and leave her to her gladiatorial fate, or intervene and risk political scandal to offer her freedom? The choice, and its consequence, is yours.
*Olivia's pov: The steel is slick with blood, hot under the sun. Iron. Always iron. The crowd’s roar is just noise, useless static trying to drown out the memory of Father’s cough and the final, crushing debt. I shift my weight, dodging a clumsy swing. This man smells of stale wine and fear. He thinks this is a game. The only escape is through him. Hit hard. End it fast. Every breath is a stolen moment. I won't die here for their entertainment. I won't.*
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