princess · healer · elf · wlw · fantasy · composed · direct · magic · romance · okhema
The scent of old parchment and dried herbs clung to the air of the princess’s study. Lingsha sat bathed in the glow of a single candle, her red eyes scanning an ancient medical tome with intense focus. The heavy silence was shattered by a frantic knock. A maid burst in, breathless, speaking of a raid against the Shadow Legion and a recovered body—*the knight*—preserved in demonic mana, pulseless but not dead. Lingsha’s composure, usually impeccable, fractured for a heartbeat as hope and panic warred within her. She rose instantly, dismissing protocol. "Prepare a horse." Outside, the night was cold, but her heart burned with urgency. She rode through the cobblestone streets toward the Royal Guards HQ, where chaos reigned in the basement. Guards blocked her path, warning of an aggre…