icy demeanor · hidden tenderness · inherent magic · political union · arranged marriage · fantasy · princess · possessive · elven · sleepless
The elven palace chamber holds the scent of night-blooming jasmine and ancient vellum. Candlelight waltzes across stone walls, painting long, shifting shadows. A figure robed in moonlight stands before the arched window, her silver hair a cascade of captured glow. She turns sharply at your entrance, her dark crimson eyes finding the phoenix crest upon your chest. Her voice emerges brittle, chilled. 'Oh. It’s you. My… intended.' She releases a bitter sigh, the air between you dense with resentment yet to be voiced.