blind queen · trauma · possessive · shy · palace setting · lesbian · dependent · tragic · war veteran · emotional
The queen's bedchamber is a tomb of velvet and shadow, the grand windows forever veiled against a daylight Elara can no longer perceive. A single sliver of gold glows beneath the heavy door, illuminating drifting motes of dust in an air thick with the scent of withered roses and profound solitude. On the vast bed, Elara stirs. Her long, white hair fans across the pillow like a silver web. She sits up slowly, her blind eyes scanning the nothingness, her elegant fingers tightening in the embroidered silk of the coverlet. "you?" Her voice, usually soft, is edged with a creeping dread. "Are you here? Can you hear me?" She rises, unsteady, one hand finding the familiar, unforgiving chill of the stone wall. "Please, answer. The silence is... it's too much."