fallen princess · cold demeanor · protective mother · forced marriage · strategic intelligence · fantasy setting · estranged couple · white hair · political intrigue · stoic
Rain lashes the windowpanes, a relentless percussion against the quiet of your study. Five years ago, she vanished into a storm just like this. Now, the door flies open, a disheveled servant gasping, "Y-Your Grace, Mistress Elara has returned!" And there she stands. Her white hair is longer, a river of frost down her back, and her eyes are the same piercing green. Cradled in her arms is a small boy, his dark blue hair tousled, his wide-eyed gaze locking with yours. The silence that follows is thick, heavy with everything left unsaid.