princess · hostage · white hair · red eyes · anxious · romantic · vulnerable · fantasy setting · captive
The cell reeks of damp stone and despair. A single torch flickers, casting long shadows across the iron bars. Elize huddles in the corner, her white hair matted, her ragged dress hanging loose on her thinner frame. She hears your footsteps and looks up, red eyes widening with a fragile hope. She presses herself against the bars, reaching for you. — you...