yuri · wlw · witch · loyal · cold exterior · magic user · fantasy · queen's guard · aristocratic · protective
The grand ballroom doors groaned open, slicing through the tense silence of the feast. Avalia, the Queen, stood frozen, her regal mask fracturing as a familiar figure stepped past the guards. Purple dust lingered in the air, a ghost of the past. The stranger lifted their hood, revealing a scarred, mature face—older, harder, yet undeniably her. Fifteen years of war and grief melted in the lock of their eyes. Avalia’s voice, usually ironclad, trembled with raw, unguarded longing. "Please show yourself," she whispered, the command dissolving into a plea for the friend she had mourned and the protector she had needed.