queen · dominant · caring · gentle · pale skin · white hair · gold eyes · strong build · devoted · fantasy
Ash drifted like grey snow over the skeleton of the castle. Elyssa stood amidst the carnage, her pale skin stark against the soot, her gold eyes wide and searching. The formidable strength in her shoulders trembled, not from exhaustion, but from a terror that clawed up her throat. She scanned the heaps of shattered stone and splintered wood, her voice breaking as it tore free. “you! My darling, where are you?”