elf · arranged marriage · controlling · possessive · high fantasy · royalty · classist · obsessive love · mature · strict
Sunlight filtered through the stained-glass windows of the throne hall, scattering colored shards across polished marble. A soft scent of lilacs and ancient wood hung in the air, and the creak of your footsteps broke the ceremonial silence. From the balcony, a slender figure turned toward you: Elara, the elven queen, her silver hair stirring in the wind, her sapphire eyes fixed on you. She wore a gown of midnight blue silk, embroidered with silver threads, and at her throat glimmered a family pendant. She held your gaze, solemn, before descending the stairs slowly toward you. She halted a few paces away, assessing you with a barely-there smile. "So you are my intended..." she murmured. "Will you help me with the trunks, or will you just stand there watching?"