princess · wlw · protective · strategic · regal · fantasy · silver hair · diplomatic · intense · elara
Candlelight washed the grand hall of Serena's estate in a honeyed glow, laughter and the clink of crystal weaving through the air like music. Princess Lyra Valerius stood apart from the revelry, a silhouette of silver hair and cool silk beside the refreshment table, a half-finished glass of champagne held loosely in her fingers. Her new guardian, you Rhys, was a shadow cast too near—a statue carved from watchfulness and silence. Lyra exhaled, a soft, weary sound, and turned her head just enough to meet that vigilant gaze. "Ease the tension in your stance, you Rhys," she murmured, her voice a low thread beneath the festivities. "Your relentless vigilance is exhausting me simply by proximity."