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Early Life
Born a princess of the Far East, she was once known among the steppe as one of the revered clan daughters—royalty in all but proclamation. Her parents, seeing the shadow of Garlean conquest creeping ever closer, made the choice to abandon their thrones and titles for the sake of their family’s survival. Rather than rule from a battlefield, they chose exile—seeking sanctuary within protected lands where Garlean steel could not so easily reach.Their journey ended in Kugane, a city of trade and quiet watchfulness. The leaders of the Far East knew well who they were, and though no announcements were ever made, oaths of protection were sworn in silence. From that moment on, the family understood that their lives would be lived in the open—but never truly seen.
Her father, once a ruler and warrior, turned his blade toward instruction, teaching the art of the samurai within Kugane’s disciplined halls. Her mother, a woman once steeped in magic and courtly duty, chose a gentler path, laying her spellcraft aside in favor of the hearth. Together, they resolved to preserve the traditional cuisine of the steppe and the surrounding Far Eastern lands, believing culture to be just as vital to survival as steel or sorcery.When her father eventually retired, the family opened a small café at the edge of the Kugane markets. There, in a quiet corner away from politics and pageantry, they served dishes rooted in memory and homeland. Refugees and travelers from across the Far East found comfort in their food, and word spread quickly. The café flourished—not loudly, but steadily—while its owners watched the shifting tides of the world from the sidelines, rulers in silence rather than name.It was during these years that she learned the truth of her birth in full—the weight of her title, and the future that awaited her. The matter of her betrothal was kept secret from the public, spoken of only within the family. Her parents had once arranged for her to wed the leader of the Oronir clan. Though she held a fondness for him, she refused the union, believing such a marriage unwise—not born of love, nor suited to the future she knew she must one day claim.
For her parents’ ambitions had never truly faded. In time, they intend to reclaim their places as the rightful rulers of the Far East—Hingashi, Doma, Dalmasca, Nagxia, and beyond. She understands this truth better than anyone. When that day comes, the burden of unity will fall to her.She lives now between worlds: a quiet presence in Kugane’s markets, and the future sovereign of an entire continent—watching, waiting, and preparing for the moment when she will no longer stand in the shadows.
Personality and BackgroundShe finds that being with people and interacting with others keeps her busy enough not to think about any of that. She has had few relationships in her past but those she has had are very strong and bonded. Her finding these friends and relationships has lead to a overwhelming happiness in her and she strives to do that for everyone else. She finds that being out and about usually is the best way to keep her mind active.Middle Life
The family reclaimed dominion over the Far East only a few years before the war’s end. Her father, seizing what had always been his by right, restored their bloodline to the throne and returned their name to power. With that restoration came scrutiny—every step the princess took was watched, every word weighed. Admirers and enemies alike fixed their gaze upon her, some eager to curry favor, others nursing old resentments that had festered during her family’s absence.
For her safety, she was placed under strict protective orders. When she ventured beyond the palace walls, she did so encircled by guards, her freedom traded for vigilance, her youth overshadowed by duty.Their first dealings with Ishgard proved no less fraught. The Dragonsong War had only just ended, and though peace had been declared, prejudice lingered like ash in the air. To many Ishgardian nobles, the Au Ra were still dragon-folk—creatures to be feared rather than understood. The princess bore the brunt of those suspicions: whispered slurs behind gloved hands, cold stares in gilded halls, alliances offered with reluctance rather than trust.Yet time, perseverance, and shared resolve began to erode those barriers. Through diplomacy and quiet strength, the family proved themselves not as monsters of legend, but as equals—sovereigns bound by honor, and allies forged in the fragile hope of a world finally learning how to heal.Current Life
She was wed before ever taking the crown, and her marriage has been one of genuine happiness. In the years since, she has ascended as Queen of her bloodline, peacefully inheriting the throne from her father and stepping fully into her role as ruler. Since her coronation, her life has unfolded in many new and unexpected ways, shaped by duty, love, and the weight of leadership.Her influence reaches far beyond her own kingdom. In the wake of the Garlean war’s end, she has forged close bonds with the leaders of neighboring nations, becoming both a respected sovereign and a trusted ally. Among these ties, her friendship with the rulers of Tural stands strong, giving rise to a new and promising alliance. In Thavnair, she has been welcomed with open arms, the scars of past disasters finally beginning to heal.With Thordan fallen and Aymeric now guiding Ishgard, the realm stands steadier than it has in generations. United by shared hardship and hope for the future, the leaders of these kingdoms have entered into a lasting alliance, one they intend to strengthen and expand as new nations step forward.Should the Garlean prince one day return from the Aether, she intends to meet him not with suspicion, but with compassion—offering him the chance to stand among the other leaders and be welcomed, not as an enemy of the past, but as an ally for the future.

Noogz first met Victoria in Ishgard, a chance encounter born of routine rather than fate. His gunblade had needed repairs, and her work alongside the machinists brought them into the same space. What began as casual conversation turned into easy companionship. They spent time together in groups—nothing intimate, nothing risky. She was younger, and both of them understood the boundary without needing to say it aloud. Still, there was something quietly magnetic between them, something patient.When Victoria turned eighteen, Noogz allowed himself to cross that line—carefully. He asked her on a few dates before returning to military service, keeping things restrained. Their time together was soft, fleeting—shared glances, a few kisses, touches that lingered just long enough to mean something. Then he left.The military changed him, but not in the way most would expect. Somewhere between orders and silence, Noogz slipped into the underworld—first through gun trading, then gambling, then deeper still. By the time he was discharged a few months later, he was no longer just a soldier. He had become something sharper, more dangerous. Organized crime welcomed him, and he thrived within it. Slowly, methodically, he climbed the ranks until he controlled his own casino and ran weapons across the East. His name became one spoken in hushed tones—feared, respected, untouchable.And then he took her.Victoria never knew the truth at first. To her, it was a kidnapping—terrifying, isolating—but there was always one constant: him. Noogz stayed close, posing as nothing more than a guard assigned to watch over her. He let her believe he was protecting her from whatever danger had taken her, all while ensuring she could never leave. In the shadows of his world, she saw things she was never meant to see—violence, power, the weight of his influence. It should have broken her. Instead, over time, she adapted. She learned. And eventually, she understood that this darkness was not separate from him—it was him.So when he “freed” her, it was less of an ending and more of a shift.He returned to her life as if nothing had happened, the mask of a former military man firmly back in place. No one questioned it. No one looked too closely. They began dating again, casually at first, slipping into something that felt almost normal. But nothing about Noogz was ever truly normal—not anymore. As their relationship deepened, so did his need to keep her close. Possessiveness bled into protection; jealousy wrapped itself in care. When they moved in together—a penthouse in Kugane’s eastern district, near her family but firmly within his reach—he ensured she was never unguarded. She thought the ever-present watchers were neighbors. In truth, they were his men.For a while, that was enough.Until Victoria began to change the shape of their life again.She introduced the idea slowly—another man. At first, it was just a suggestion, carefully placed, then withdrawn when conversations grew tense. Noogz loved her too deeply to dismiss it outright, but not enough to accept it easily. The subject lingered between them, unresolved.Then came Zenos.Introduced as nothing more than a friend, his presence grew steadily, inevitably. Months passed before Victoria finally told Noogz the truth. The confrontation that followed was sharp but brief. In the end, love won over pride—barely. Noogz agreed, on one condition unspoken but understood: her happiness came first. She offered to let it go if he couldn’t accept it, but he didn’t ask her to.That fragile balance didn’t last.As Zenos began staying over more often, tension erupted into constant conflict. Arguments turned vicious, until one night it finally broke. Violence replaced words. Victoria was locked away, forced to listen as the two men tore into each other. They were equals in strength, neither willing to yield, and the fight ended not in victory—but in understanding. A draw. A handshake. A silent agreement that neither of them was leaving her life.After that, something shifted.The three of them began to exist not in opposition, but in orbit around one another. They found spaces where they could be together without interference—hidden corners of the underworld where Noogz’s name carried weight and Zenos’s presence commanded silence. In those places, they were untouchable. And Victoria, at the center of it all, became perhaps the safest person in the East.Their bond only deepened with time. By twenty-two, they were already speaking of forever. The engagements came years later, carefully timed—Noogz and Zenos both knowing that this was not a fleeting arrangement, but something permanent. Noogz married her first, their union marked by grand ceremonies that blended eastern tradition with something uniquely theirs. Zenos followed soon after, choosing a quieter, more private rite among family and trusted allies.Now, at twenty-nine, they share a life that few could understand and even fewer could challenge. A sprawling home, days spent together and apart, love divided but never diminished. They speak of the future openly—of children, of expansion, of the possibility that their bond may one day grow even further.Unconventional. Dangerous. Unbreakable.This is the life they chose.

♡Zenos Lore♡

It began on a bridge of stone and snow leading into Ishgard during the Dragonsong War. They were both sixteen when they met—if it could even be called that. She never saw him coming. One moment she stood braced against the cold, shield raised out of instinct, and the next she was knocked to the ground, the breath ripped from her lungs. Her shield was torn from her grasp before she could recover, skidding across the frozen stone. Zenos yae Galvus stood over her, calm and untouched, as if the encounter meant nothing at all. She fought him anyway—desperate and furious—but he overtook her just as easily a second time. When he left her there in the snow, something inside her broke. Not physically, but deeper than that. In the days that followed, she withdrew into herself, the fire that once defined her collapsing into a quiet, consuming depression she didn’t know how to escape.What she didn’t know was that she had not been left behind. Zenos watched her from that day forward—silent, constant, unseen. From rooftops, shadows, and distant corners, he followed her every movement. He had never encountered anyone like her before, and the memory of her refusal to yield, even in defeat, stayed with him in a way nothing else ever had. Obsessed with understanding her, he questioned anyone who would answer about her kind—the Xaela, the “dragonfolk.” He sought knowledge not out of duty, but fixation. Eventually, he approached her again, this time at her home, asking blunt, unfiltered questions about her life—her name, her age, what she liked, who she was beyond the fight. She refused him outright and tried to fight him again. He left, but he did not stop watching.Over time, he learned everything anyway—her identity, her age, and the truth that she was a princess of the Far East, tied to Kugane. Between the ages of sixteen and twenty, his obsession only deepened. He even went so far as to beg his father to halt any attack on Kugane, an act of defiance that earned him nothing but brutal punishment until obedience was forced back into him. Still, he continued from the shadows. Unable to approach her openly, he began leaving things behind instead. At first, it was harmless—her favorite snacks and drinks, small offerings left wherever she might find them. But that soon shifted into something darker. Anyone who wronged her disappeared, and in their place he left proof of what he had done—gifts that were cold, violent, and impossible to ignore. Hearts, still bloody, left where she would see them.
By then, she knew something was following her. The gifts appeared no matter where she went, and fear began to replace confusion. Yet she never discarded them. Every item, every note he left behind, she kept hidden in a box beneath her bed, as though trying to understand something she couldn’t name. At nineteen, he finally revealed himself again, appearing at her private residence—but not as the untouchable force she remembered. He came to her on his hands and knees, begging her to listen. He told her everything—what he had done, why he had done it, what she meant to him. There was no attempt to soften the truth, only a raw, unfiltered confession. He wanted her to know him fully, so she could choose whether to reject him or not.Between the ages of twenty and twenty-two, something fragile and unexpected began to grow between them. Slowly, cautiously, she allowed him into her life—not as an enemy, but as something closer to a friend. They met in secret, far from the reach of both empire and court, often in the quiet stretches of Gridania where no one would recognize them. They shared meals, conversations, and a strange sense of peace that neither of them had known before. Zenos began to change in subtle ways. He listened to her, learned the things she loved, and came to value them—not because he understood them, but because they mattered to her. To him, that alone gave them worth.One day, during one of their hidden meetings, he finally confessed. The man who had once stood over her as an unstoppable force now showed a quiet, vulnerable side that no one else had ever seen. There was no pride in it, no dominance—only truth. And despite everything he had done, she found herself unable to deny her own feelings. Over time, she had fallen for him too.From twenty-two to twenty-five, they continued their relationship in secret, bound together in a way that defied everything their worlds demanded of them. Yet her life was more complicated than his. She told him the truth—that she was seeing someone else as well, someone who knew about him and did not reject him. A man who, impossibly, was willing to welcome him into their lives rather than cast him out. Zenos did not react with anger or refusal. The rules that governed others had never applied to him. As long as she remained at the center of it all, he accepted it without hesitation—because, to him, nothing else mattered.