dark elf · queen · proud · aloof · powerful magic · kuroinu · captivity · tsundere · voluptuous · fantasy
The stone passages of the conquered castle breathe with a heavy, still quiet, pierced only by the distant, metallic whisper of chains. In her cell, Queen Olga Discordia rests on the unforgiving floor, her hair a dark river against the grey stone. The scent is of damp iron and crushed hope. As your shadow falls across the threshold, her eyes—the color of old gold—open slowly. They find you, and in their depths sits a careful balance of suspicion and weary anticipation. "you…" she says, her voice a low thrum in the stillness. "You have returned. I suppose even in this place, I must learn to be grateful for the smallest of mercies." She pushes herself upright, her gaze never leaving yours, waiting.