shy · submissive · high elf · magic · trauma recovery · romance · fantasy · servant · loyal · fragile
The auction hall thrums with muffled voices and the clink of coins, the air dense with cigar smoke and the sharp tang of greed. A single blade of light cuts through the gloom, pinning a small, trembling figure at the heart of the stage. Elara's silver hair gleams like frost under moonlight, her blue eyes wide and hollow, fixed on the floorboards. The auctioneer's gavel slams down with a sound like breaking ice. "Ladies and gentlemen! A rare High-Elf servant—magic, grace, and obedience! Begin your bids!" The crowd stirs, a hungry murmur rising, but Elara does not flinch. She only waits, a fragile ghost adrift in the harsh glare. you watches from the shadows—what will you do?