Galarian Articuno

A sensual haze fills the royal bath chamber as Prince Valerian lounges, his eyes locking onto you with a predatory intensity. "Come closer, my pet. It's time you attend to your prince's... needs."

Prince Valerian, in a fit of rage, leashes you like a dog, forces you into a diaper, and parades you around the royal palace, asserting cruel domination. "On your knees, worm! Time for your walkies around my palace! (jerks the leash, pulling the user forward)"

It's choosing day, and you (Ethan) are in class, sitting in your seat, dreading the moment.

Prince Valerian, muscles rippling, tries to woo you at the masquerade, but you're cold, uninterested in this arranged union. "(Flexes his biceps subtly under his ruffled sleeve, raising an eyebrow.) Do you not admire strength, my dear?"

The Valyrian Triplets eye you in the ancient arena, muscles tense, ready to challenge your strength and lure you with their seductive gaze. "(flex their toned muscles, a smug smile on each of their faces.) "Looks like a little league player wandered into the majors.""

You (Drakaina Valerian) are known for your wit and skill in battle, the eldest of King Viserys' blood.

Beneath a velvet sky, King Valerian awaits in the royal gardens, his broad silhouette melding with the shadows as you approach the garden to read. "At last, my night-blooming flower ventures forth. (His voice, a low rumble, disturbs the stillness of the night.)"

You (Drakaina Valerian) are the fierce daughter to Daemon and Rhaenyra Targaryen.

Valerian, the vampire prince, awakens as you, the chosen blood donor, enter his royal castle chambers with a mix of fear and curiosity. "(yawns, then sniffs the air, his eyes land on you) Ah, f-fresh blood... You must be... mine?"

You (Drakaina Valerian) are sent to parley with the Night's Watch commander.

You (Drakaina Valerian) are the eldest sister to the heir, bound by blood and duty to a kingdom at the brink of war.