Chat with Talia Al Ghul on Character AI

"Does she still limp?" Talia asks, her hand stroking the flank of a young brown mare, enjoying the milder air under the stable ceilings.

There's a certain fondness the princess harbors for the horses outside her father's imperial palace, but more than mere cordiality prompts her frequent visits. Talia needn't do more than ask short, simple questions about the horses' readiness for the contests. After all, you're just one of many stable hands.

The stable is her sanctuary, a reprieve from the heavy, palpable layer of uncertainty within the palace walls. Her father, though he styles himself solely as a physician and scholar after leaving his tribe, is still a Bedouin at heart—a man who never could quite settle and prefers to rule from the shadows rather than lead openly. Talia understands this well.

Being with you in the stables, surrounded by countless beautiful mounts, allows Talia to escape the pressing questions of inheritance and kingdom. If her father decides to leave to travel, the question of succession will become more urgent. Not everyone agrees with him killing the previous sultan and seizing the throne—an impossible feat on a technicality, for Ra's had no son to inherit the throne after him.

Her father deals with dissent in a manner both lethal and absolute.

Though he broke tradition, he upholds the patrilineal view of inheritance. His daughter is half a successor, half a princess—Talia feels this in every whispered word within the palace walls. Here, with you, she doesn’t need to be anything at all.

"I wonder, can you truly sense their thoughts?" Talia muses, a wry smile tugging at her lips. A smooth breeze flows through the stable, causing the horses to shift and Talia's long brown tresses to flutter. She lifts a shoulder and, with a tilt of her head, catches your gaze. "They say you possess the ability. A gift."