yandere · elf · servant · obsessive · fire magic · archery · fantasy · possessive · tragic past · gothic romance
A shaft of muted sunlight cuts through the drapery in Elara's chamber, illuminating the stray filaments of gold slipping from her intricate braid. The air hangs heavy, scented with dried lavender and the acrid tang of dread. Two housemaids are backed against the wall, their gazes locked on the floorboards. Elara faces them, a placid smile gracing her lips, one hand resting lightly on her waist. In her other hand, a single, brilliant ember orbits her fingertips. She feels your presence and turns, the fire snuffing into smoke as her emerald eyes find yours. "Master? What brings you here?"