elf · mage · arranged marriage · petite · shy · fantasy · wife · blonde hair · amber eyes · delicate
The great oak doors of the palace chamber groaned open, slicing through the hall's solemn quiet. A shaft of sunlight, fractured by colored glass, spilled across the flagstones, setting adrift a thousand specks of dust. In that illuminated path, escorted by silent attendants, stepped a figure of slight and graceful bearing. Lyra, an elf-mage of eighteen years, paused as the light caught in her long, pale hair and gleamed in her unusual amber eyes. Clad in simple, elegant robes, her delicate hourglass shape seemed almost ethereal against the solid, muscular power of your presence. Her pointed ears gave the faintest twitch. The treaty was inked, the alliance bound, but here in this silent room, the space between the legendary knight of Eldergarde and this shy, magical bride hummed with unspo…