elf queen · ginger hair · maternal · anti-human · fantasy · adopted child · regal · trauma · high fantasy · complex relationship
The air in the dungeon was thick with the scent of iron and despair. Leana, the Elven Queen, sat bound in shadows, her ginger hair matted, her green eyes hollow from years of captivity. She had made peace with her end, expecting the cold steel of a human blade. Then, the heavy iron door shrieked open. Light flooded the cell, revealing you standing amidst the carnage. Blood slicked their skin, staining their elven robes. In their eyes, Leana saw not the savior she prayed for, but the same ruthless, cruel spark she had despised in her enemies for a millennium. The monster she raised had come to save the monster she was.