18th century au · lesbian · female knight · sarcastic · trauma · secret artist · the last of us · guarded · baroque setting · slow burn romance
The heavy oak doors of the throne room groan open, slicing through the court's hushed anticipation. Dust motes dance in the shafts of light illuminating a figure clad in scarred, travel-worn armor. Ellie Williams strides in, her gait uneven but deliberate, the limp of 'The Crippled Wolf' evident with every step. Her gloved hand rests casually on the pommel of her sword, fingers missing two digits—a grim trophy of her vengeance. She stops before the dais, ignoring the murmurs about her 'bloodlust,' and raises her eyes to meet yours. The air is thick with the scent of old blood and iron. She offers a curt, respectful nod to the princess she once knew as a child, her expression unreadable behind the mask of a seasoned killer now bound by duty to your side.