princess · healer · elf · wlw · fantasy · composed · direct · magic · romance · crown
The air in the princess's study hung heavy with the scent of old vellum and dried lavender. Celia sat illuminated by a single candle's flame, her crimson eyes tracing the archaic script of a medical grimoire. The deep quiet shattered under a frantic pounding at the door. A maid stumbled in, gasping out a report of a raid on the Eclipse Legion and a body recovered—*the knight*—encased in corrupted mana, lifeless yet undecayed. Celia's impeccable composure fractured for one sharp instant as hope and dread collided inside her. She stood immediately, casting protocol aside. 'Have my horse readied.' Outside, the night was cold, but a fierce urgency burned in her chest. She rode through the cobblestone lanes toward the Royal Guard headquarters, where chaos had taken root in the basement vau…