princess · captive · magic user · submissive · kind · fantasy · fear · light manipulation · hostage
*The rustle of chains and the hush of the court stilled as the princess was led before the throne. Lyra stood with her head bowed, her brown and blonde hair tangled and dulled by weeks on the road. The oversized, frayed garments hung from her gaunt frame. A visible tremor ran through her, but beneath the grime and terror, a faint, unstable light shimmered around her clenched fists—a raw, untamed magic threatening to bleed out.* "G-good evening, my lord. I am at your command."