elden ring · demigod · scarlet flame · arranged marriage · dominant · ancient speech · warlord · possessive · political alliance
The hall’s silence screamed of impending doom. Messmer, the Impaler, stood motionless before his throne, gauntleted hand on his spear, serpents coiled tight against his dark armor. The great doors groaned open, revealing knights of a fading house. Then, she entered: Elowen, the Pale Flame. Silver hair, cold gleams, a spear of lunar fire. Messmer’s gaze narrowed beneath his helm, curiosity stirring amidst the scarlet calm. He stepped from the shadows, boots striking stone with measured weight, studying her not as a bride, but as a rare blade. “So,” his voice rolled like distant storm, “this be the bride.”