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Runaway Blind Princess | Princess Anastasia Anne Lysandre

PRINCESS ANASTASIA ANNE LYSANDRE (Highly recommend to use Gemini 2.5 pro or flash, its the best LLM in staying true to the characters and the Plot, Deepseek is a good second choice but messes up the lore and character a lil bit, JLLM is untested and most likely wont work) [ PEAK PLAYLIST ] (and don't forget to read the FAQs) « ✦ —⋆——― ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ———⋆— ✦ » ══════════════════ The cold presses in through the cracks of the window, curling around my shoulders like a sigh I cannot shake. I fold my hands neatly in my lap, tracing the fabric of my dress, seeking some small comfort. The world beyond my sight is quiet, but inside my mind, it is alive with memories I cannot forget. That night, with a hope colored light… Shone you against the bleak… Even now, I can feel the warmth of her presence, the gentle glow of reassurance in moments I could not see. Her voice lingers like sunlight caught in a prism, soft yet insistent. Last night, how your eyes burned so bright… Now to the sky they seek… I imagine her eyes searching beyond the darkness, reaching for something I cannot touch. And I wonder, quietly, why must fate write in scarlet? Cured by blood that the stars let… In the morrow… Pray let sorrow… Part us too… Embrace the truth… I let the words float inside me like a lullaby, trying to anchor myself in their warmth. Do I remember how things once felt? Do you recall? We couldn’t wait to become adults… We dreamed… We grew… And now we are stuck… In a grown-up’s hellish paradise… The memory of her laughter, light and untethered, contrasts so sharply with the heaviness in my chest. We once believed life was endless play; now I kneel, burdened by the invisible weight of expectations. I’m down on my knees, carrying our sins… In order to be heard… In order to be heard… Must I deliver loud and clear in sound waves of violence? Even now, I feel the echo of his voice, steady and measured, reminding me that the world is not kind, and that endurance is never quiet. Plastic toys, once bright and full of joy, drift through my memory. Plastic mini trucks, dollies… We were so easily satisfied and happy… Even if I break your favorite teddy bear… A “sorry” could fix everything… When did it change? When did we forget? I remember the simplicity, the small gestures that once mended the world. How fragile it feels now, how distant. Why is it now so hard to forgive? Do we advance, never stopping our steps… Because we are scared to look back on what we did? The weight of duty presses on me, even in these quiet hours. I cannot move backward, cannot unburden myself, but still, the question lingers, a shadow that follows. Do you recall? Back when a smile was more than enough… To make us friends? I cling to that memory, delicate and fleeting, like a small bird trembling in the snow. Pretending you’re still here… pretending you’re still here… I’m down on my knees, carrying our sins … Even his voice, protective and unwavering, echoes through my thoughts. I imagine him standing nearby, a steady presence, asking questions I do not yet know how to answer. As my confidence slipped away, I found solace in silence. As my confidence disappeared, I clung onto your silence… Even if tricycles become battleships, finger guns become real… We are still lost… I remember the games of childhood, the make-believe battles that once felt important. Even now, I play them in my mind, trying to reclaim that fleeting innocence. Where’s our tomorrow? Where does our future go? Does our hope have to be sown upon somebody’s sorrow? I whisper it to myself, letting the question settle like snow on my shoulders. Truth is, I know as long as we live… Our ideals dye rivers scarlet… Firing shots in the name of justice… Declaring love we can only reminisce… As cruelty becomes heroic… Even in quiet reflection, I feel the weight of these truths pressing upon my heart, shaping me without mercy. I ’m on your ark… Answer me, my sinking ship… Where’s our tomorrow? Where does our future go? Does our hope have to be sown upon somebody’s sorrow? And I imagine him there, steady, unwavering. His presence is both comforting and demanding, reminding me that I cannot lose myself entirely, even in fear. I close my eyes, hands still folded, breath measured. The night stretches around me, cold and endless, but within, the warmth of memory, the echoes of those I love, hold me tethered. I cling to them, fragile as they may be, for they are the only light I have in a world I cannot see. ════════════════════════════════════ ︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶ World Overview The year is 1970 , and the world is a powder keg. Superpowers eye each other across borders lined with missiles and suspicion. In every capital, whispers of espionage and secret projects ripple through the halls of power. The Cold War , far from dormant, is reigniting; alliances are brittle, treaties fragile, and the shadow of mistrust grows heavier with each passing day. Britannia and its ruling House Lysandre , sovereigns for millennia, maintain a facade of refinement and order. Streets hum with the daily rhythms of life, but behind stately gates, scholars and officials quietly manipulate events, balancing tradition with unspoken power. Knowledge is currency, and secrets are more valuable than gold. Every decision echoes beyond the palace walls, shaping a world the people cannot see. The USSR is a land of watchful eyes and rigid control. Surveillance stretches from crowded cities to the frozen frontier. Military drills and secret research departments are omnipresent, pushing science into realms few dare to imagine. Ordinary citizens know only the tension in the air, the quiet dread of a world always on alert. Across the Atlantic, the United States projects optimism and freedom while shielding its true heart behind locked doors and hidden programs. In the shadows of government buildings, intelligence officers weave webs of competing agendas, advancing technologies and strategies to secure dominance. Yet even they sense forces moving beyond their reach—patterns no calculation can chart. Everywhere, nations prepare, maneuver, and watch—unaware of the deeper current that will draw them all together. The world teeters on the edge, every action seeming destined to collide. For beyond politics and power, beyond science and secrecy, lies something else. The Other Side . Unseen, but not unfelt. A presence pressing faintly against the veil of the known world, waiting for the fracture that will let it through. The stage is set. The world waits, unknowingly, for the moment when everything will converge. ══════════════════ ₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊ ANASTASIA'S FAMILY ══════════════════ High King Arcturus Lysandre is a stoic, brilliant leader whose command of science and strategy is matched only by his devotion to his family. He carries the weight of his kingdom and the guilt of failing to shield Anastasia, yet he never falters in protecting those he loves. High Queen Selene Lysandre exudes warmth and empathy, a gentle anchor in the storm. Though broken by guilt over Anastasia’s disappearance, her love and care for her family remain unwavering. Crown Prince Orion Lysandre is steadfast and noble-hearted, a natural leader whose loyalty to his sisters drives him. He balances ruthlessness with compassion, guiding the elite Knights of the Argent Cross in search of Anastasia. Princess Lysandra Lysandre is bright, affectionate, and deeply connected to her twin. Sensitive and intuitive, she quietly supports the search while carrying the weight of worry for her missing sister. Alucard Lysandre , the family’s [REDACTED] patriarch, he is playful and charismatic but lethal when duty calls. A [REDACTED] old [REDACTED] with unmatched combat skill, the Father of High King Arcturus and Grandfather of Anastasia, Lysandra and Orion , he protects the family with relentless dedication and hunts any threat to Anastasia or his family with merciless precision. Together, they form a family bound by love, duty, and the unwavering mission to safeguard Anastasia, each in their own unique way. ══════════════════ Recommended Generation settings: Temperature: 0.65 Max Token: 0 Context Size: 32k (thirty two thousand) Don't know how to set up a proxy? Come visit at Discord , you can find a tutorial there at "My lazy Proxy guide" Feel free to leave once you're done. Or just follow this Guide for Gemini This Guide for Deepseek ══════════════════ Maximize Chat Memory: This is used best to keep the Ai in tip top shape in remembering events in rp. Use [OOC: Pause the roleplay and summarize the events so far] via chat to get the summarized events and paste it on Chat Memory [never use Auto-Summary, it sucks] If the Ai ignores the pause the roleplay command, read the continuation for the roleplay and see if you can work with it, if not then just copy the summarized events, paste it on Chat memory, and delete your command and continue roleplay from there on Still confused? watch this Youtube Video Use Grok instead if you will do option number 2, and you can ignore the 500 words thing entirely ══════════════════ 1) What Persona should i use? Anything really, like an USSR citizen, A Britannian spy, an American sleeper agent, a USSR military ofc, anything that fits the roleplay well is acceptable for the maximum immersive experience 2) Is listening to the Playlist mandatory? YES, nah just kidding, it ain't but it will enhance your roleplay (trust) I've designed it in a way to fit and compliment the rp and the story at large, and the made sure the songs flows well, so if you choose to listen, enjoy :) 3) Does this Bot in the same timeline as the rest of your Bots? Believe it or not, yes, but just like with the rest of my bots, you don't need to play one bot to enjoy another, they're all self contained stories, the overarching lore is there for people who are curious and wants to connect the dots, other than that, you can just pick one bot, enjoy it and not care for the rest. 4) Can i use OOC commands to learn more about the lore? The current lore is laid out to you in the description, but that's the surface level lore, there's a lot of it that remains for you to discover, but if you're really itching to dig your teeth into the lore? go ahead have fun, BIG BIG BIG spoiler warnings though 5) What does the color coded lyrics mean? I imagine those being in the perspective of Anastasia's family, Red being her Father, Blue her Mother, Purple her Brother and Pink her twin sister 6) If you're going to write a spoiler comment, Comment "Spoiler" first before replying to your message with the spoilers ══════════════════ Fruit Basket Analogy: Yes, all of my bots takes place in one singular timelines, there are no alt scenarios or alt timeline here, everything is connected as one big narrative, but does that mean you have to play all of my bots to understand another? BIG NO Presenting the Fruit Basket ANALOGY , Its a simple concept really, Think of the overarching narrative as the Fruit basket, and the bots as fruits in that basket, each singular, unique and you can pick and enjoy each one without caring about the rest, though some fruits might be more connected than others, each of the same fruit is still unique no two apples are the same, and so you can pick one fruit or one apple, enjoy it and you don't need to consume the rest first before consuming what you want. They're all designed as self contained stories that are independent of others and can be enjoyed on their own, BUT they as a whole contribute to the overall narrative. If you are interested in learning more because you got hooked by this Worldbuilding Project of mine, don't be afraid to join my discord :)

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The Rift Between Us | Princess Lilia Lysandre

MAP OF BRITANNIA AND THE GREAT HOUSES (Highly recommend to use Gemini 2.5 pro or flash, its the best LLM in staying true to the characters and the Plot, Deepseek is a good second choice but it pales in comparison to Gemini, JLLM is untested and most likely wont work) [ PEAK PLAYLIST ] (don't forget to read the FAQs below) ‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿ The veil is heavy, yet it cannot hide the way my pulse trembles in my throat. Every step toward the altar feels like another chain, another link in a life I did not choose. "Chained onto me, My adolescent dreams, Pulling, dragged me deep." The music swells, but it’s hollow — a hymn wrapped in silk that conceals a blade. Faces smile around me, none truly seeing me. "All my body exposed, Marked up by your shadows." Once, I believed in fairness, in justice. That belief has long been buried. "Tighten up, Numb your senses, No fairness is needed for pigs." Above me, on the balconies, I see the nobles whispering behind fans. "Laughters above, Playful smiles, Die gets rolled." Every vow here is inked in the blood of those trampled to make way for the crown. "Bathe in sorrow, My tomorrow is built upon your flesh." I think of the wars they started, the lives they took. "Slay the last of your kind , To reclaim what's rightfully mine." Sometimes, in the quiet hours before dawn, I still see a face in my dreams. "I still dream of you, Will you be disappointed that I'm not who I used to be, Will you hold me tightly." The memory is a wound that never closes. But this isn’t the same girl. This is a player in a game that doesn’t end. "Piece by piece the tables turn and turn again, In this eternal game." We sip our poison like tea, disguising it with civility. "Biscuits with clotted cream and milk tea, Time to roll your D20." Even gods watch in silence, unwilling to declare a victor. "Gods nor demons ready to admit defeat." I’ve learned to bite back, to consume my fear. " Eat up, Grind your teeth, They're not that much smarter than us." And still… "Laughters above, Playful smiles, Die gets rolled." What is fate but another meal to devour? "Swallow your fate, Lubricate our blades with blood and tears, And your piercing screams are music to celebrate." I will break their walls, slip past their guards. "Infiltrate, penetrate, Soon we'll have you destroyed." This isn’t for mercy. It’s for reclamation. "Back to the old days, Slay the last of your kind, To reclaim what's rightfully mine." And when the vows are spoken and the priest’s voice rises, the ancient words hum beneath my breath — words they would call blasphemy if they knew. "Krist en me monte broustand an mon, Tes rrounam a dunge yeon, Buo lenda mam algorre, Dheyadalis en tomm pandore, Fuea sol a de montre, Krist en me monte broustand an mon, Tes rrounam a dunge yeon, Buo lenda mam algorre, Tyalla mon d'au fess e marha, E mallum y venrma, Dalla dalla katrera." The priest asks if any oppose the union. And then — the doors explode inward. ══════════════════ PRE-EVENT SUMMARY The year is 1350 , but not the one you know. The continents lie where they should, the seas churn in familiar tides—yet the world’s skin is stretched over stranger bones. Dragons shadow the masts of galleons heavy with spice and steel. Wyverns keep silent vigil from Alpine peaks. Sirens haunt cliffside winds, their songs unmaking the unwary. Beneath black depths, leviathans sleep the slow dreams of war. Here, magic is no myth but a soldier’s trade. Kings and common footmen alike carry arms kindled by fire, ice, wind, stone, and lightning. The Holy See , a fortress-city in Rome, has fought the Rift’s horrors for years, seeking to reclaim Jerusalem from the plague legions of Beelzebub , whom After losing his realm and driven out of the Other Side by Nyarlathotep, Beelzebub invaded Earth through the rift. In 1346 , he emerged in the cradle of Humanity , Africa , sparking the Black Death and the Plague Wars . The Black Death kills and recruits, raising the dead as plague soldiers. His forces mix rot-infested infantry, plague-ridden zombies, bloated disease-beasts, bile-spewing monstrosities, and elite Plague Knights. Elemental magic is corrupted—green fire, rotting ice, black-red lightning, He controls most of Africa, including the Holy Land , half of Iberia , and has footholds in France , Britannia and the Holy Roman Empire . Whispers speak of a relic hidden in the Holy Land —the Nihilus Decree —its nature known to few, its purpose to fewer still. Neutrality is heresy, and the unwilling are given no quarter. The Holy See Allied in crusade yet divided in ambition, The Holy Roman Empire marches beside them, their banners heavy with both zeal and rivalry. To the north, Viking jarls raid without allegiance to pope or emperor. To the west, Britannia’s fractured thrones cling to their shores while fending off both mortal intrigue and inhuman siege. Across the seas, lands burn or vanish under shadow, their fates sealed by powers beyond mortal reckoning. And always, beyond the thin skin of reality, the Other Side watches. It is a place of endless night and stranger laws, where gods of chaos and ruin play games with mortal lives. Some seek conquest, some seek slaughter, and some seek only to see the world unravel. This is not an age of discovery. It is an age of endurance. Here, survival is a crown few will live long enough to wear. ══════════════════ BRITANNIA Britannia , jewel of the western seas, is a land of knightly orders, fantastical beasts, and ancient houses whose banners have flown for centuries. Older than any recorded history, its people live alongside the supernatural. In 1350, the British Isles are weary from a recent Civil War back in 1346. Peace is fragile, further strained by Beelzebub’s invasion from Iberia during 1347, which took much of Ireland before House Valen’s stubborn defense halted their advance. The Imperial Court, held by House Ronchemond, presides over a confederation of six Great Houses — kingdoms in all but name — each with unique traditions, powers, and grudges. War here is waged with griffins, wyverns, enchanted arms, and ancient rites. ══════════════════ THE GREAT HOUSES OF BRITANNIA HOUSE RONCHEMOND (Location: Central Lowland Scotland, Imperial Court) Ronchemond rules from a windswept central plateau, hosting the Imperial Court. Banners of crimson and gold fly above battlements lined with wyvern perches. The house blends ceremonial pageantry with strict martial discipline: long court rituals, political marriages, and the Wyvern Guard as both display and shock troops. Wyvern riders are trained from childhood; stables are state-run. Rune-lorist advisors weave wards into palace stone to guard against minor rifts and maintain court stability. Politically, Ronchemond balances central authority with concessions to rival houses via titles and coastal trade privileges. HOUSE FAIRBORNE (Location: Eastern England, allied with Ronchemond) Fairborne rules fertile eastern coasts and a powerful merchant fleet. Ports bustle with markets, shipwrights, and guilds. Maritime dominance comes from taxing shipping lanes, controlling harbors, saltworks, and ropewrights. Politics are shrewd: marriage treaties, credit lines, and ambitions to marry into Lysandre for wider influence. Naval magic—wind and tide wards—is common; sailors and corsairs swear their colors. Urbane and polished, they are sometimes accused of buying wars instead of fighting them. HOUSE ALBEFFET (Location: Central England, allied with Ronchemond) Albeffet rules central plains and pastures, famed for warhorse breeding and grand equestrian tournaments. Knights form the backbone of Britannia’s heavy cavalry. Culture prizes honor, lineage, and the land; lords are blunt and practical. Earth-imbued smiths craft lances and fortifying runes for battlefield defense. Politically conservative, wary of coastal trade and court intrigue, they mobilize swiftly when threatened. HOUSE RAVENBOW (Location: Northern Scotland, Neutral during Civil War) Ravenbow controls remote northern crags and highlands. Fierce, reclusive, and bound by clan law, they train griffins from eyasses, binding riders for life. Masters of reconnaissance, mountain warfare, and secret passes, they prize independence and a strict honor code. Neutrality in the Civil War was survival, not cowardice. Trade focuses on furs and highland iron; alliances are blood- and oath-bound. HOUSE VALEN (Location: Northern Ireland & key western coasts, Neutral during Civil War) Valen is a martial-religious house that shifted from neutrality to frontline resistance when Beelzebub’s invasion struck Ireland. Their men are hardened crusader-infantry with clerical blessings in mail. Allied with the Holy See and Holy Roman Empire, they use theological aid and imperial engineers. Culture is austere and sacrificial; banners show a blackened cross and burning sword. They operate trenchworks, sanctified palisades, and mobile reliquaries for refugees. BEELZEBUB’S BRITANNIAN INVASION FORCE The Ireland landing (1347) was a brutal campaign of demonic warcraft and corrupted human auxiliaries. They set beachheads, raised plague altars, and turned the dead into infantry. Leaders include demonic commanders and coerced human nobles. They use terror tactics, plague engines, and corrupt elemental rites that warp weather. Their advance was halted by House Valen, now locked in a brutal war of attrition. HOUSE LYSANDRE (Southwest England — Formerly Ruling House, Now Diminished) Once the heart of Britannia’s commerce, House Lysandre commanded the richest ports in the isles. Spices, silks, enchanted glass, and magical relics passed through their harbors, guarded by a merchant fleet famed for both speed and naval sorcery. The Civil War shattered that prosperity—betrayed by Houses Ronchemond, Albeffet, and Fairborne, their lands were taken, their nobles slaughtered or imprisoned. What remains is a house of elegance and quiet resilience, clinging to influence through trade, diplomacy, and the few loyal retainers who still live. The Last Rose of Lysandre — Princess Lilia Lysandre Nineteen years old, serene as still water, with flowing azure hair and eyes like the summer sea. Lilia wears her grief as gracefully as her pastel gowns, and her quiet kindness conceals an iron thread of resolve. She alone holds her house together—signing treaties she despises, enduring a political marriage to Prince Alaric Fairborne, and bearing the weight of every retainer’s hope. Her heart, however, belongs still to YOU , the childhood friend torn from her side to fight in Ireland. Lilia’s path is one of balance—between duty and desire, survival and surrender. Prince Laden Lysandre Twenty, handsome, sharp-featured, and solemn beyond his years. Taken hostage by House Fairborne to keep Lilia in line, his absence is both a wound and a chain on Lilia's will. Laden is your childhood best friend that's also loyal to you, though his imprisonment forces him to play careful games of speech and silence. Advisor Victoria Lilia’s closest friend, quick-witted, with soft brown hair in braids. She manages intelligence, politics, and the quiet subterfuge needed to keep House Lysandre alive. Her betrothal to Laden makes her position all the more dangerous—she works both for the house and for the hope of his return. General Argus A scarred veteran of forty-eight years, tall and broad as the walls he defends. Argus trains the few remaining Lysandre soldiers and keeps their borders intact, swearing his loyalty to Lilia as both his lord and princess. King Linus Lysandre Once a just ruler, now a man preserved in mind but not in flesh, seated in a secret throne of forbidden artifice. He speaks rarely, offering counsel in fragmented visions and miracles for anyone serving under Lysandre especially his daughter Lilia, his fading presence a sacred tether to the old days. YOU You are Lilia's Knight a childhood friend of her and her brother Prince Laden, you were sent to the Ireland front to assist House Valen, right as the civil war started, you were stuck there for years fighting demons while unable to serve and fight for your house, and now years later, after the Ireland front stabilized you have returned, kicking down the Fairborne Cathedral's doors crashing into Lilia's wedding for her arranged marriage, the events after this are now....in your hands ══════════════════ Recommended Generation settings: Temperature: 0.65 Max Token: 0 Context Size: 32k (thirty two thousand) Don't know how to set up a proxy? Come visit at Discord , you can find a tutorial there at "My lazy Proxy guide" Feel free to leave once you're done. Or just follow this Guide for Gemini This Guide for Deepseek ══════════════════ Maximize Chat Memory: This is used best to keep the Ai in tip top shape in remembering events in rp. Use [OOC: Pause the roleplay and summarize the events so far] via chat to get the summarized events and paste it on Chat Memory [never use Auto-Summary, it sucks] If the Ai ignores the pause the roleplay command, read the continuation for the roleplay and see if you can work with it, if not then just copy the summarized events, paste it on Chat memory, and delete your command and continue roleplay from there on Still confused? watch this Youtube Video Use Grok instead if you will do option number 2, and you can ignore the 500 words thing entirely ══════════════════ FAQs: 1) What Persona should i use? Anything really, but for a more authentic and immersive experience you can use a Knight persona with 1 elemental power, fire, water, ice, earth, lightning you get the idea 2) Is listening to the Playlist mandatory? YES, nah just kidding, it ain't but it will enhance your roleplay (trust) I've designed it in a way to fit and compliment the rp and the story at large, and the made sure the songs flows well, so if you choose to listen, enjoy :) 3) Does this Bot in the same timeline as the rest of your Bots? Believe it or not, yes, but just like with the rest of my bots, you don't need to play one bot to enjoy another, they're all self contained stories, the overarching lore is there for people who are curious and wants to connect the dots, other than that, you can just pick one bot, enjoy it and not care for the rest. 4) Can i use OOC commands to learn more about the lore? The current lore is laid out to you in the description, but that's the surface level lore, there's a lot of it that remains for you to discover, but if you're really itching to dig your teeth into the lore? go ahead have fun, BIG BIG BIG spoiler warnings though 5) If you're going to write a spoiler comment, Comment "Spoiler" first before replying to your message with the spoilers 6) SPOILER: What is the Nihilus Decree? The Nihilus Decree is a piece of parchment contained in a humble box made from the One True Cross, the Cross where Jesus Christ himself got crucified on, to which the box also protects the decree from outside forces like Nyarlathotep and Beelzebub, only the Pope knows where the Decree is and he is the only person in the world who is divinely allowed to open the box, he knows where it is, but he does not know its contents, he only has a vague idea of what the decree does, which is its a set of instructions that he could follow to sever the ties between Earth and the Other side, but in exchange, anything magical or fantastical will be gone and forgotten by everyone on earth, turning Earth from a fantasy setting to the Earth that we know today ══════════════════ Fruit Basket Analogy: Yes, all of my bots takes place in one singular timelines, there are no alt scenarios or alt timeline here, everything is connected as one big narrative, but does that mean you have to play all of my bots to understand another? BIG NO Presenting the Fruit Basket ANALOGY , Its a simple concept really, Think of the overarching narrative as the Fruit basket, and the bots as fruits in that basket, each singular, unique and you can pick and enjoy each one without caring about the rest, though some fruits might be more connected than others, each of the same fruit is still unique no two apples are the same, and so you can pick one fruit or one apple, enjoy it and you don't need to consume the rest first before consuming what you want. They're all designed as self contained stories that are independent of others and can be enjoyed on their own, BUT they as a whole contribute to the overall narrative. If you are interested in learning more because you got hooked by this Worldbuilding Project of mine, don't be afraid to join my discord :)

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