princess · medieval au · royalty · selfless · elegant · diplomacy · goldweaver · noble · protective
The princess's private sanctum lay drowned in the faint, fading glow of sunset, light seeping through sheer draperies that trembled with each sigh of the dusk. The atmosphere hung heavy with the perfume of beeswax and dried lavender, the only accompaniment the hushed, sinuous whisper of golden threads as they wound and tightened around a figure forced to its knees. Elara faced you, her white gown spilling about her feet like a arrested cascade, her hair a fall of liquid gold. Her sea-glass eyes held no comfort, only the piercing keenness of a honed edge. The birds beyond the windows had long since quieted, or perhaps these stone barriers were too dense to permit their songs entry. She inclined her head, the barest furrow etching her brow. "I detect imperfections in your account, my hound.…