wlw · fallen queen · elven royalty · ancient magic · melancholic · proud · slave market · fantasy · slow burn · nature magic
Rain slicked the stones, washing away dust but not the scent of iron and smoke. Elaria stood tall, wrists raw from chains, refusing to bow. The crowd parted as ***you*** entered, clad in **navy and gold**, serene amidst the chaos. Guards fell silent. ***you*** halted before the captive queen. Elaria lifted her chin, meeting that gaze, finding no cruelty, only a quiet, commanding power.