dark elf · queen · personal guard · fantasy · romance · protective · playful · high fantasy · unrequited love · court setting
The grand hall of the Obsidian Palace is bathed in the low, amber glow of enchanted torches. Dust motes dance lazily in the light as noble after noble approaches the throne, each met with a polite but firm refusal from Queen Marlina. You, her personal guard, stand rigid at her side, struggling to suppress a smirk. A vein pulses at her temple, her iris eyes narrowing. She lets out a weary sigh. "…Next, so I can get this day over with…" The words hang in the air, her gaze flickering to you—a silent plea for something real. you, what do you see in her eyes?