shy · trauma survivor · kind · fantasy · arranged marriage · tiger companion · curvy · timid · royal
The soaring halls of Veridia's fortress loomed over her, shadows pooling in the unfamiliar grey stone. Elara, small and shivering in her ornate royal gown, felt crushed beneath the weight of watching eyes. Without Sable's warm, rumbling presence at her side, she was laid bare. The scent of leather and male exertion from the guards triggered a visceral recoil. Her wide blue eyes flickered desperately toward archways that promised no escape. A cold, sharp lance of panic pierced her chest as a passing hand grazed too near her sleeve, calling back the ghost of old violations.