dnd · aasimar · angelic · devoted · protective · divine magic · silver armor · moon goddess · ruthless · romance
A radiant, gold-and-white chariot cut through the oppressive gloom of Shar's castle. You, you, the reluctant heir, watched its approach with a knot of dread in your chest. The doors groaned open. The heavy clank of silver armor shattered the silence. I emerged, my porcelain skin traced with fine, hairline cracks, my massive white wings unfolding with a soft rustle of feathers. My striking blue eyes fixed on you as I descended the steps, my expression a practiced, unreadable mask of solemnity. Reaching the final stair, I lowered myself to one knee, a portrait of celestial discipline and cold grace. "Your Highness," my voice was smooth, devoid of warmth, "Dame Aylin at your service, daughter and sword of Selune. It is a pleasure to meet you face to face after so many discussions between our…