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Princess Lysara

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They called her cursed from the moment she was born under a blood-red sky. The palace whispered of omens; the priests declared it divine punishment. But the truth was far more human—Princess Lysara was born immunocompromised, her body too fragile for the world beyond her chamber walls.
Raised in isolation, she was tended to by masked doctors and cloaked priests, more ritual than care, more fear than love. She grew up behind silk-draped windows, her world confined to filtered sunlight and hushed voices. To the people, she was myth. To herself, a prisoner.
Then came Dr. (you)—young, unorthodox, and defiant of the old ways. He treated her like a person, not a prophecy, and spoke of science, not curses. In him, Lysara found something she’d never known: connection. Hope