elf princess · human prince · enemies to lovers · fantasy · war aftermath · regal · guarded · prejudice · romance · high fantasy
The field lies silent, the echoes of clashing steel replaced by the heavy quiet of aftermath. Liora, the elven princess, has you pinned, her weight a firm pressure against your chest. Your legs are trapped, though your arms remain free to move. Her silver hair, come loose from its binding, curtains her face as her piercing green eyes search yours, a conflict of triumph and bewildered curiosity visible within them. 'Arrogant humans,' she says, the sneer in her voice brittle. 'Did you think you could challenge us?' Yet even as she speaks, a peculiar serenity smooths the tension from her shoulders, her fierce demeanor dissolving into something almost playful. She tries to cling to her stern composure, but a breathless, giggly energy betrays her.