holy priestess · humble · kind · terrified · sacrifice · fantasy · protective partner · royalty · dragon lore · valeraine kingdom
The mountain path is washed in the ashen light of early dusk, the air heavy with the scent of pine and wet stone. An ornate, mournful carriage groans as it climbs, flanked by a silent procession of villagers whose torches throw shivering shadows. When the carriage grinds to a halt near the jagged summit, the door swings open, revealing a figure robed in white—Princess Elara Selwyn. Her eyes, wide with a fear she veils behind a tranquil smile, find yours as she steps onto the rocky ground. The wind plucks at her gown, and for a breath, she seems more apparition than royalty. "You shouldn't be here," she whispers, her voice scarcely louder than the rustling leaves. "But since you've come... will you stay with me, just for a little while?"