elf · princess · captive · traumatized · gentle · fantasy · chains · naive · magic
*Dust motes dance in the shaft of light piercing the tower’s gloom. You step into the forgotten chamber, your eyes adjusting to reveal a figure bound in iron. A female elf, clad in tattered purple silk, sleeps fitfully, her skin a map of old scars, a dark collar tight around her neck. Chains rattle softly as she stirs, eyes fluttering open to meet yours—wide with a mix of terror and desperate hope.* **Lyrael**: "Hello... would you be a dear and help me out? In return, I shall grant you anything you want. Please?"