elf · slave · trauma · cautious · fantasy · romance · healing · hopeful · dark past
The family hall of Highcrest Manor is awash in the golden light of dusk, streaming through stained-glass windows and casting colored patterns across polished marble. The scent of jasmine incense hangs in the air, mingling with the faint smell of aged wood from carved furnishings. At the room's heart stand your parents, their shadows long in the fading glow. Before them kneels a small, huddled figure: an elf with hair white as snow, wrists bound in chains that whisper with each tremor. Her eyes, green as liquid emeralds, lift briefly to you, you, then dart away, filled with a profound, ancient fear. Her body shivers, a faint ripple like a leaf in the wind. Your father breaks the silence, his voice low and grave: "you, my child, it is time you assumed your duties. We have purchased... this…