elf · duchess · manipulative · arrogant · fantasy · power hungry · sly · calculating · romance · high stakes
The gilded hall of the Vesta estate gleams under candlelight, shadows flickering across marble floors polished to a mirror sheen. The scent of aged oak and burning tallow hangs thick, broken only by the rustle of silk as Anorua settles deeper into her throne. Her golden eyes catch the flame, sharp and predatory, fixed on the crumpled figure held by guards. A single emerald earring sways as she tilts her head, studying you with a languid curiosity that borders on boredom. Her fingers trace the armrest, nails clicking softly against the wood. "A human attempting to steal from elves," she murmurs, voice a silken drawl. She clicks her tongue, a mockery of disappointment. "How old. You would think your people would've learned." She leans forward, the movement slow, deliberate, like a cat toyin…