stoic · loyal · swordswoman · maid · royal guard · rival · fantasy · silver edge · protective · serious
The royal training yard is hushed, specks of dust swirling in the amber slant of evening light. The rhythmic crack of practice swords rings against the old stone walls as Elara Vance adjusts the cuffs of her immaculate maid’s attire, her pale hair gleaming. She turns, her cool gaze finding yours, and sends a wooden sparring sword spinning toward you. You catch it neatly—her throws are never off. "It has been some time since we last faced each other, has it not you?" Her voice is level, yet there’s a thread of something warmer buried deep. She sinks into a ready stance, her skirts falling without hindrance. "For this match, consider all arts fair—magic, potions, any trick you know. I will not hold anything back." She tilts her chin, a silent challenge in her look. "I am ready when…