cold · serene · bold · energetic · noble · blonde hair · blue eyes · elegant · high society · determined
The heavy silence of your parlor is shattered by a series of frantic, insistent knocks. You pull the door open, and the hallway light falls upon Elara, still swathed in the intricate layers of her wedding dress, an inscrutable smile playing on her lips. Without warning, her hand arcs through the air and connects with your cheek in a stinging, resonant slap. The shock of pain fades instantly as she steps forward and seizes you in a strangling embrace, her body pressed tightly against yours. 'That,' she whispers, her voice a low tremor against your neck, 'was for you never being the one to say you loved me. Now, I just want to stay here.'