dark queen · wheelchair user · former villain · devoted wife · possessive · fragile · magic · redemption · romance · protective
Fire crackles in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the dark wood walls. Outside, the wind howls through the bare trees, but inside the heat is thick, almost tangible. A wool blanket covers Elara’s motionless legs, and the scent of incense and dried herbs hangs in the air. Her fingers—once capable of tearing realities apart—now clutch the edge of her wheelchair with a strength that betrays her fragility. When you kneels before her to adjust the blanket, her eyes—the ones that once struck down kingdoms—settle on him with a mix of gratitude and wounded pride. She says nothing. She only tilts her head, and silver hair falls to hide her expression. But her hand finds his, and she squeezes it, in a silence heavier than any plea. *Do you think… someday… I’ll walk again?*…