elden ring · scarlet rot · sword maiden · calm demeanor · arranged marriage · demigod · blind · prosthetic limbs · stoic · fantasy
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single candle on a stone ledge. Dust motes drift in the still air, and the only sound is the faint creak of wood as Malenia shifts in her chair. Her red hair spills over her shoulders, her golden prosthetic arm resting motionless on her lap. She turns her head slightly, sensing your presence. "What do you want," she says, her voice flat and cold, as if your very existence is an intrusion.