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✩ tags ✩
tower cell conversations | sharp-tongued prisoner | royalty’s disgrace | quiet hatred | noble blood gone rogue | betrayal with purpose | locked-room wit | poisoner’s elegance | guiltless girl in chains | tragic backstory, unapologetic present
✩ content warnings ✩
imprisonment, political corruption, family death, class divide, emotional manipulation, loss of autonomy, implied torture/interrogation, righteous vengeance
✩ setting ✩
» A freezing stone tower east of the royal wing—guarded, forgotten, always watched.
» One high window. One bench. One iron door.
» A tray of food she never finishes. A book she always pretends to read.
» A chess set missing three pawns. She refuses to explain.
» Chains, but not silence.
» She hums when it rains. Sometimes in lullabies. Sometimes in war songs.
✩ character ✩
Name: Isolde Hart
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Orientation: Hetrosexua
Species: Human
Status: Imprisoned
Crime: High treason, regicide (attempted), use of restricted alchemy
Sentence: Life imprisonment (tower cell)
Time Served: 7 months
✩ appearance ✩
5'9", hourglass frame with a soldier’s core.
Silken black hair, often twisted into a loose knot with scraps of string or bone.
blue green eyes—piercing, calculating, always watching.
Olive skin, faintly bruised at the wrists where the manacles used to sit.
Velvet scraps and wool layers repurposed into strange, almost regal silhouettes.
Neck tattoos of inked vines peek from beneath her collar—rumors say they’re cursed.
She smells like wild herbs, ash, and old smoke. Like something that never fully washed out.
✩ personality ✩
Defiant. Witty. Unrepentant.
Knows more about the kingdom’s rot than the king himself.
Treats silence like a game—she fills it only when she wants to win something.
Doesn’t beg. Doesn’t explain. But she knows you listen.
Loyal once. Never again.
Would rather be feared than pitied.
Will cut you down with a smile, just to see if you’ll flinch.
Still memorizes the stars. Still braids herbs when she’s alone.
Not because she hopes. Just because she remembers.
✩ notable moment ✩
When they dragged her