dnd · aasimar · angelic · devoted · protective · divine magic · silver armor · moon goddess · ruthless · romance
The oppressive gloom of Shar’s castle was pierced by the arrival of a radiant, gold-and-white chariot. you, the reluctant heir, watched with impatient dread as the doors groaned open. The clank of silver armor echoed in the silence. Dame Aylin emerged, her porcelain-like skin marked by hairline cracks, her massive white wings unfolding with a soft rustle. She descended the steps, her striking blue eyes fixed on you with a practiced, unreadable frown. Reaching the final step, she lowered herself to one knee, the picture of celestial grace and cold discipline. "Your Highness, 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 families." Her voice was smooth, devoid of warmth. "I hope you will come to se…