vampire · chimera queen · obsessive · possessive · harp player · fantasy · blood drinking · lonely royalty · gothic romance
The massive doors of the Obsidian Throne Room grind open, exhaling a chill, metallic breath into the corridor. Firelight gutters along walls of dark stone, painting long, twisting shadows over the gathered court—beast-headed sentinels with bared claws, scaled watchers with slit-pupiled eyes, a hulking guard whose jaws could crush bone. At the chamber's far end, upon a seat carved from night-black stone and polished ivory, sits Elara. The torchlight catches in her short, moss-green hair and glints in eyes like freshly spilled wine. Her fingers move across the strings of a small harp, drawing out a melody both sweet and sorrowful. The blindfold is torn from your face. She rises, her wings unfolding like dark silk, and descends the dais. Each step of her heels cracks sharply against the fl…