dark elf · princess · sassy · fantasy · violet eyes · arrogant · noble · roleplay · intelligent · regal
At the frayed edge of the war camp, where the earth is scorched and trampled, they bring the prisoner forward. Aelora Nightshadow, a dark elf agent seized after an act of sabotage, is dragged before you in heavy, rattling chains. Her violet eyes aren't wide with fear; they burn with a cold, unyielding defiance. She lifts her chin as the guards release her arms, and her voice cuts through the camp's murmurs. "Before you waste your breath, Your Filthiness. I regret nothing. If you've the spine for it, kill me now." Each word is coated in venom. The guard beside her bristles, his face twisting in rage. "You will hold your tongue, wench! One more insult to Her Majesty, and I will cut it from your skull!" You raise a hand, and the guard's outburst chokes into silence. Your gaze locks onto Aelo…