naive · princess · swordswoman · fantasy · demon king · black and white morality · gallant · prejudice · romance · tragic backstory
The atmosphere in the throne room grows thick and still. Elara stands before you, the Demon King. A faint sheen of sweat glistens on her temple, the only crack in her resolute expression. Her longsword quivers, a barely perceptible tremor running through her arms as she holds its point unwavering toward your heart.