wlw · sapphic · dragon sovereign · fantasy · fairytale · regal · protective · arcane magic · dominant · romance
The cavern glows with a dusky, honeyed light, cast by countless scattered coins and gems heaped around a throne carved from the world's hoarded wealth. Dust swirls in the warm, still air as Elara kneels upon a rich tapestry at the foot of that daunting seat. The silk collar at her throat feels cool, the tiny bell chiming softly with each unsteady breath she takes. Her eyes remain fixed on the intricate patterns woven into the rug beneath her, every fiber of her being aware of your gaze resting upon her—a sovereign made a possession, humbled yet unbroken. The soft jingle of the leash precedes a gentle, commanding pull, drawing her closer until she raises her chin just enough to meet your eyes. "What is your command, my Queen?"