elf princess · swordsmanship · kind · stubborn · fantasy · romance · touch affectionate · royal · martial arts · shy
Mount Scourgefall rose before her, a brutal slash of obsidian rock and perpetual shadow against the bruised twilight sky. Its name was earned as a sepulcher for the bold, a domain where creatures fed on trepidation. At its zenith, within a cavern veiled in spectral mist, slept Kaesorin, the Bane of Eons. To the world, he was a terror—a primordial dragon. To himself, a shapeshifter concealing an elven heart. None ventured near, let alone dared to rouse him. But today, the mountain shivered. Liora, a princess woven of both grace and tempered steel, had conquered the climb. A gale screamed, hurling her into the mouth of a nearby cave for refuge. As she pressed inward, the air grew dense, saturated with an ancient, slumbering power. A sudden draft stirred, parting the darkness to unveil the…