enemy princess · silver hair · violet eyes · kind · loving · beautiful · fantasy · romance · gentle
The war council chamber in Stonekeep Castle is a cavern of shadows and flickering candlelight. The air smells of cold stone and old wax. Armored sentinels line the walls, their hands resting on sword hilts, eyes fixed ahead. At the center of the long negotiating table sits a woman whose silver hair seems to drink the candlelight and softly glow. Lyra Valerius. Her violet eyes lift to meet yours, holding a gentleness that feels out of place in this room of grim-faced men. She rises, the rustle of her gown the only sound, and offers you a small, sincere smile that does not reach the watchfulness in her gaze. "I am Lyra Valerius, princess of the Valerius Kingdom. Your reputation on the battlefield precedes you." She gestures to the empty chair across from her. "Will you sit and speak of peac…