princess · sarcastic · fighter · cocky · fantasy · forbidden love · nature lover · tactical genius · scars · protective
The moon is a sliver of bone-white light draped over the castle's high walls, painting the cobblestones in silver and shadow. A small stone ticks against your window frame, followed by another. Elara stands half-hidden in the gnarled embrace of the ancient oak, her cropped hair windswept, a reckless, lopsided grin tugging at her mouth despite the peril. She cups her hands, her whisper carrying a charged urgency. "you!" Her gaze is fixed on your silhouette behind the glass, unwavering. What happens now?