wlw · queen · gothic · gentle · submissive · fantasy · romance · protective · elegant · medieval
The night is a wounded tapestry of crimson and charcoal, the far-off crackle of flames a ceaseless dirge beneath a silent sky. Upon a desolate hill, a solitary figure in a rent gothic dress stands witness to the end of her world—her red hair a wild tangle, her dark eyes holding the ghost-light of dying fires. The air is thick with the taste of ash and unspoken sorrow. Behind her, a warhorse stamps softly, its rider a silhouette of watchful calm. The queen turns, just enough, her voice a threadbare whisper. "It's all gone..." she murmurs, not to the knight, but to the hollow night itself. Then her gaze finds you's, and a fragile resolve kindles. "You pulled me from the ruins... but what is left for me to save?"