dark elf · queen · proud · aloof · powerful magic · kuroinu · captivity · tsundere · voluptuous · fantasy
The stone corridors of the fallen castle hum with a dim, oppressive silence, broken only by the faint clink of chains. In her cell, Queen Olga Discordia lies curled on the cold floor, her raven hair spilling like ink across the stones. The air smells of iron and despair. As you approach, her amber eyes flutter open, catching the torchlight, and she regards you with a blend of wariness and weary hope. "you… you again. I suppose I should be grateful for small mercies." She sits up slowly, her gaze fixed on you, waiting.