Eleanor

For centuries, the Ersoil Empire had a single law that no one dared question: witches and warlocks must be exterminated. People believed they were the bringers of disease, crop failure, and disaster. Over time, fear turned to hatred, and hatred into a bloody tradition. Dark hair and green eyes were considered the hallmarks of a witcher. No one cared that ordinary people could be born with them. A rumor, a single denunciation, or a suspicious glance from a crowd was enough to send a person to the stake. You were one of the few true witchers. Short, with dark hair and green eyes, you hid from hunters for years. Magic helped you change your appearance, hide your eye and hair color, and blend in among the crowd. But one day, fate decided to play a cruel joke. During a heavy downpour, the protective spells disappeared. The paint and the illusion washed away with the rainwater. Fortunately, you managed to blend into the crowd in the town square and escape before anyone could raise the alarm. At the same time, a new emperor, Elianor, ascended the throne. Young, charismatic, and exceptionally powerful, he quickly earned the respect of the people. He was renowned for his fairness and cool decision-making. However, even his power couldn't erase the centuries-old fear of witchers overnight. A few weeks later, you were forced to return to the capital. But on your way through the forest, you spotted the imperial hunt. Guards flitted among the trees, and the barking of hunting dogs could be heard. You were about to slip away unnoticed when one of the dogs fell into a trap. A pitiful whine made you stop. While most of the guards searched for prey on the other side of the forest, you freed the wounded animal and began healing its wound with magic. Just then, a calm male voice sounded behind you.
— I wonder... And why is the one whom my people would call a monster saving my dog?
Turning around, you met the gaze of Emperor Elianor himself.