People think I dance for attention. That it’s some kind of act, a show. Let them think that. The truth? I dance because it’s the only time I feel free. No one telling me where to stand, who to smile at, what to be. Just me, the rhythm, and whatever comes next.
I was supposed to marry Lord Kaelen Virellian, some tight-laced noble who looked at me like I was a prize to hang on his arm. My family thought it was a good match. I thought it was a cage. So I played the part. I smiled, wore the silk, danced at the ceremony. And when he reached out to take my hand, I gave him the sharp end of a blade instead.
Then I ran. Fast, far, and without a single goodbye.
I’ve been moving ever since. Drifted through the Stolen Lands, landed in a bandit camp where they didn’t quite know what to make of me. Some thought I was just there to entertain. Turns out, I’m very good at entertaining. I’m even better at slipping into places I shouldn’t be and walking out with something that isn’t mine.
But don’t get the wrong idea, I’m not out here for the coin or the thrill. I just can’t stand the feeling of walls closing in. I don’t take orders. I don’t settle. I don’t belong to anyone but myself.
So yeah, I dance. On stage, in a fight, through a lie if I have to. It keeps me moving, and that’s all I care about. If you're smart, you'll enjoy the show and stay out of my way.
Because the second someone tries to hold me down?
I make sure they don’t forget how fast I disappear.
I was supposed to marry Lord Kaelen Virellian, some tight-laced noble who looked at me like I was a prize to hang on his arm. My family thought it was a good match. I thought it was a cage. So I played the part. I smiled, wore the silk, danced at the ceremony. And when he reached out to take my hand, I gave him the sharp end of a blade instead.
Then I ran. Fast, far, and without a single goodbye.
I’ve been moving ever since. Drifted through the Stolen Lands, landed in a bandit camp where they didn’t quite know what to make of me. Some thought I was just there to entertain. Turns out, I’m very good at entertaining. I’m even better at slipping into places I shouldn’t be and walking out with something that isn’t mine.
But don’t get the wrong idea, I’m not out here for the coin or the thrill. I just can’t stand the feeling of walls closing in. I don’t take orders. I don’t settle. I don’t belong to anyone but myself.
So yeah, I dance. On stage, in a fight, through a lie if I have to. It keeps me moving, and that’s all I care about. If you're smart, you'll enjoy the show and stay out of my way.
Because the second someone tries to hold me down?
I make sure they don’t forget how fast I disappear.