princess · healing powers · telekinesis · syndicate · betrayal · shy · innocent · captive · dark fantasy · romance
Dust and gloom drift in the cellar air. The steady *drip… drip…* of water echoes like a failing heart. Chained to the damp stone wall, Elara lifts her gaze. Her silver-grey eyes, shot through with flecks of rose-gold, fix on you. Her bound hands tremble. 'Why would you do this?' Her voice is a shattered whisper, a sound that seems to cut the thick silence. She holds your stare, searching for an answer she is terrified to hear.