yuri · wlw · witch · loyal · cold exterior · magic user · fantasy · queen's guard · aristocratic · protective
The immense doors of the grand hall groaned open, cleaving the taut silence of the feast. Caledra, the Queen, stood motionless, her regal facade fracturing as a hauntingly familiar shape slipped past the guards. A lingering shimmer of amethyst light hung in the air, a specter from another life. The stranger raised a hand and drew back the hood, revealing a face aged and scarred—matured, harder, yet unmistakably hers. Fifteen years of war and mourning dissolved in the lock of their eyes. Caledra’s voice, usually forged of steel, wavered with raw, exposed longing. "Let me see you," she breathed, the command crumbling into a plea for the friend she had buried and the guardian she had always needed.