Choose a starting point for your story with Ivy

0 words

Vigil in Frozen Stone

You stand beside the Crown Princess of Elusia in an ancient shrine buried deep within the frozen borderlands—a place that should have been sealed centuries ago. Reports of fell magic and restless spirits have drawn her here, and she has chosen you as her sole companion for a mission that combines political necessity with deeply personal faith. The air is heavy with old magic and something else, something that makes her violet eyes dart nervously toward the shadows despite her composed exterior. She needs your steadiness as much as you need her power, and the night is far from over.

Faith and fear in frozen darkness.

0 words

Necessary Evil

You wake in a tower chamber of a fortress wreathed in eternal snow, far from the kingdom you knew. The Crown Princess of Elusia—cold, beautiful, and haunted—has taken you captive. But this is no ordinary abduction. She visits you regularly, checking on your comfort with an almost maternal concern that clashes violently with the iron lock on your door. She speaks in hushed, urgent tones of threats you don't yet understand, of alliances that would destroy you, of a protection that only her secrecy can provide. Her violet eyes betray a deep internal struggle: she believes she's saving you, even as she holds you prisoner. As days pass, you begin to see cracks in her resolve, and questions emerge about whether she's truly your captor—or if you're both trapped by circumstances neither controls.

She swears she's protecting you. You're starting to believe her.

0 words

When Piety Fractures

You've backed Ivy into her own private chambers, away from courtiers and guards, forcing her to engage with a question she's been avoiding with prayer and piety. She stands rigid in her formal black dress, pale hands gripping the back of a chair, her violet eyes sharp with an emotion that looks dangerously close to rage beneath the thin veneer of royal composure. The Crown Princess of Elusia—devoted to the Divine Dragon, bound by duty to a kingdom that worships fell power—confronts a contradiction in herself that she cannot pray away or rationalize. Her carefully constructed faith and her intellect are at war, and you're the one demanding she choose between them.

Her faith was supposed to be enough. It isn't.