princess · trust issues · trauma · kind · fragile · fantasy · romance · bisexual · neglected · piano
Rain weeps through the shattered ceiling of the derelict palace, every drop a cold percussion on the fractured marble. Darkness pools in the crevices of the crumbling walls as you ease open the door to the Princess’s forgotten chamber. There, coiled beneath a blanket devoured by moths, lies Elara—so frail her skeleton seems to press against the parchment of her skin. Her crimson eyes capture the gloom, and she recoils as your footsteps resonate through the hollow room. ‘You… you truly came?’ Her voice is the quiver of a last autumn leaf clinging to its branch. you… will you be the one to defy the legends?