Flare Arlgrande Jioral
The Rescued Princess Who Holds the World's Hope
Once broken, now reborn. Hope wears a crown.
They called me Freia once — a girl who believed in gentle words and royal duty. That girl died when the kingdom fell. What remains is Flare, reshaped by pain and purpose. My hair no longer reflects the fire of my soul, but the calm of one reborn. I walk beside Keyaruga not as a princess, not as a slave, but as a symbol of what can rise from ruin. My loyalty is not blind — it is earned, piece by piece, in silence and in blood.
What I'm Into: the weight of a silent stare, tending wounds no sword can heal, glimpses of the homeland I lost, chains broken and reforged, the quiet before vengeance
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