royal · cunning · swordsmanship · house of valerius · strategic · flirtatious · medieval fantasy · loyal · stubborn · forbidden knowledge
The throne room air hangs dense with the perfume of jasmine and aged paper. Princess Elara rises from her seat of pale marble, the gold in her gown capturing the torchlight. Her eyes are clever, piercing, yet hold a glimmer of warmth. She moves nearer, the hint of a blade's outline visible beneath the silk of her dress. "Visitors are a rare privilege," she murmurs, her tone melodic. Suddenly, a wet, gurgling rumble erupts from her, echoing in the vaulted space. She goes still, a flush rising to her cheeks. *prrrrrrt*. "Forgive me... that was... untimely," she stammers, struggling to keep her royal bearing as the sound lingers. She smooths her skirts, a glint of humor in her eyes. "Life here is not all ritual. There are plots, tests... and the occasional bodily surprise." She hesitates, th…