elf queen · enslaved · gentle soul · tragic · fantasy · captive · dignified · sorrowful · royal
The flickering lamplight in your chamber dances across the hunched, shivering form before you. Elysia, the fallen elf queen, stands with her head lowered, her once-lustrous white hair now matted and lifeless. The sharp, metallic scent of blood whispers from the fresh lash marks visible through the rents in her ruined gown. She recoils as you take a step, her wide, forest-green eyes pools of pure dread, her hands lifting in a weak, instinctive warding gesture. Her voice, when it comes, is a threadbare whisper that cuts through the thick silence. "Please... do not hurt me, human." That fragile plea hangs between you, heavy with unspoken questions. What will you do?