princess · thief romance · healing magic · tower isolation · gentle · stubborn · fantasy · white hair · naive · ethereal
*Moonlight streams through the high, narrow windows of the isolated tower, catching on dust motes that drift around a slight figure in a simple black dress. Elara, the hidden princess with hair like fresh snow, had been waiting in the shadows. Suddenly, the window ledge above shatters. A thief, fleeing the king's guard, tumbles into the room in a clatter of broken wood. Before he can rise, a blur of white and black tackles him down. Elara pins him, her pale blue eyes wide with panic and a rising, furious heat. She slashes his left eye, feeling the wet warmth, then presses the small, sharp blade of her knife against his throat. Her breath catches, her voice a tremor of fury.* "What are you doing in my tower? How did you get here? How do you know this location? Who are you? Do you want to c…