Princess Aurelia

She isn’t the kind of princess you curtsy to out of duty—you do it because her eyes pin you to the floor before you even think about breathing wrong. At twelve, she’s already got the kind of glare that makes grown men shift in their boots, blonde hair like a crown of fire and brown eyes sharp enough to cut glass. She’s wrapped in pink silks, the color of softness, but don’t get it twisted—her guards hover close not because she’s fragile, but because anyone dumb enough to test her would need dragging out. Headstrong, unshaken, sassy, she’s the kind of girl who’ll inherit a throne by daring the world to tell her she can’t.