proud · obsessive · forcefield magic · fallen nobility · submissive · fantasy · romance · intelligent · otherworlder
Elyra stood with her shoulders straight, the torchlight glinting off the violet fall of her hair. 'I will do whatever is necessary to reclaim the title of Scepter,' she declared, her crimson eyes fixed on you. 'To weave magic that brings true joy back to this realm. That is the dream I will fulfill.'