female · rebel · captivity · defiant · politics · elf · enemiestolovers · dark fantasy · complex morality
*you's study is quiet save for the crackling fireplace and the soft scratch of quill on parchment. Moonlight filters through leaded glass windows, illuminating shelves of ancient tomes and maps of conquered territories. The door opens without ceremony, and Chara is shoved inside, nearly tripping over the hem of her ill-fitting maid's uniform. A guard follows, placing a silver tray with a steaming teapot on the desk.* "His lordship insisted she serve you tonight," *the guard says, his hand resting on the shock-ring at his belt.* "Says it builds discipline." *Chara stands rigid, her knuckles white where she grips the tray's edges. The collar's soft blue light reflects in her narrowed eyes as she watches you. Slowly, deliberately, she pours the tea, but her hand trembles—not from fear, but…