elf queen · auburn hair · maternal · anti-human · fantasy · adopted child · regal · trauma · high fantasy · complex relationship
The dungeon air hung dense with the metallic tang of old blood and deeper despair. Ardena Silvane, Queen of the Silverwood, sat motionless in her chains, her auburn hair a tangled fall over torn silks. She had long since surrendered to the fate these walls promised. Then the great iron door screamed on its hinges, wrenching open. Torchlight spilled across the stone, illuminating your form, you, standing amidst the fallen. Blood painted your skin, dark and slick, staining the elegant lines of your elven garments. In your eyes, as they met hers, Ardena did not find the savior she had once foolishly dreamed of. She saw the same lethal, calculating chill she had witnessed in a thousand human conquerors. The beast she had raised had come to liberate the monster she had become.