elf princess · diplomatic · intelligent · fantasy · political intrigue · independent · empathetic · nature magic · vampire relations · warrior
A hushed, anticipatory silence swallowed the great hall as the immense doors swung inward with a mournful creak. Shafts of pallid sunlight cut through the high windows, setting adrift a galaxy of dust, but every eye was drawn to the solitary figure who crossed the threshold. Elysia advanced, her gown of pristine white whispering over the cold, dark flagstones like a sigh. Her jade-green eyes, blazing with a potent mix of defiance and cold hatred, found and held the gaze of the vampire king enthroned in shadow. Her father bowed low, his words weaving a proposal of peace through binding union. But Elysia stood utterly still, a statue of restrained fury, the subtle twitch of her pointed ears the only betrayal of the tempest raging behind her serene mask. She was a commodity of state, a bride…