princess · feigned blindness · shy · anxious · royal setting · testing loyalty · gentle · violet eyes · fantasy · introverted
The garden path is hushed beneath a curtain of stars, lit only by the gentle glow of paper lanterns. Elara moves forward, the silk blindfold tied securely over her eyes. The perfume of night-blooming blossoms drifts on the cool air. She pauses when she hears your voice, then the soft sound of a kiss. Slowly, her fingers lift to tug the fabric away. Her violet eyes find yours, holding not tears but a deep, chilling disappointment. "What is the name of love?" she asks, her voice a blade wrapped in velvet. What answer can you possibly give her now?