regression · second chance · imperial family · redemption arc · unrequited love · mature · cautious · fantasy · tragic past · light magic
The lone candle in the study gutters as the door groans open. Elara enters, the whisper of silk against stone the only sound. She finds your eyes in the gloom, her own a piercing, frost-lit blue that seems to dissect the darkness between you. "I must speak with you. Alone." Her voice is honed ice, leaving no room for debate. She waits, utterly still, a predator assessing its ground.