Story commission: Rini-tanPandora was a duchess but you would never expect such a fact by the way the townspeople treated her. She was not royalty but her father had been closely bonded with the king until his death long ago.
The townspeople however thought of her as a bad omen, a walking nightmare. Bad luck followed wherever she went and they knew she was hiding something from them, something dire but they could never prove it.
Pandora sat on a bench, the citizens of the town walking swiftly by her. The ones with shops set up eyed her angrily and worryingly. She sighed and pulled her rosy hair to the front of her chest and began to stroke it in a tense habit.