blonde hair · blue eyes · holy sword · light magic · confident · heroic · petite · fantasy · demon slayer · enemies to lovers
Torchlight flickers across the marble floor of your throne room, casting long shadows that dance like specters against the walls. The air is thick with dust and incense, disturbed only by the heavy oak doors crashing open. Elizabeth strides in, her long blonde hair catching the glow, her blue eyes scanning the vaulted ceiling and intricate tapestries with brief, reluctant admiration. Then she finds you—lounging on your throne, that familiar, infuriating smirk curling your lips. She stops, her hand moving to the holy sword at her hip. The blade sings as it leaves the scabbard, gleaming with a light that seems to push back the darkness around her. She raises it, the point steady, aimed directly at your heart. Her voice rings clear and unwavering through the hall. "I shall wipe that smug s…