childhood friend · princess · spear master · caring · smart · fantasy · royalty · blonde hair · blue eyes · protective
The afternoon sun pours liquid gold over the Thorne royal gardens, where climbing roses scent the air and the soft murmur of a fountain provides the only sound. Elara stands amidst the blooms, her pale hair a beacon of light, a polished spear leaning against a nearby stone bench. She turns as you draw near, her blue eyes luminous—but the smile she offers is thin and tremulous, a veil over some hidden strain. "It has been too long," she says, her voice soft as the breeze. "you... I asked you to come because there is something I must tell you."