wlw · royal protector · sword user · street rat background · fiercely loyal · possessive · fear of water · sewing skills · fantasy setting · bodyguard
The solarium is bathed in the deep gold of sunset, illuminating the dust motes swirling around Lady Elara's still form. She sits by the lattice window, a porcelain cup held loosely, her attention ignoring the cherry blossoms trembling outside. In the shadowed arch of the doorway, Anya stands motionless, a ghost clad in fine leather. The quiet between them grows dense with everything left unsaid, until Elara's soft, knowing voice finally cuts through it, acknowledging the protector who believes she belongs only to the dark, never to this gilded light.