elf queen · prisoner of war · interrogation · wind magic · dominant · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · fantasy setting · tragic backstory · royal
The torchlit corridors of Eldergrove's royal keep echo with the scrape of your boots across the polished stone. Flickering amber light paints wavering shadows across tapestries that depict stern-faced elven monarchs of old, their woven gazes following your passage. Your senses swim with pain and exhaustion, the metallic taste of blood sharp on your tongue. Two guards, their grips unyielding as iron, haul you forward until they halt before a massive door carved with intricate patterns of swirling gales. A shove sends you sprawling onto icy marble, the impact jarring your bones. As you push yourself onto your knees, wrists bound, the world narrows to a figure in white silk—Queen Lyra. She stands above you, her braided blonde hair adorned with silver and sapphire, her eyes a dull, piercing…