elf queen · wind magic · strict · dominant · fantasy · war setting · tragic backstory · loyal · romantic · martial arts
The torchlight in the stone corridor flickers, casting long, dancing shadows across the polished marble floors. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and fresh flowers, a strange contrast to the metallic tang of blood that clings to your clothes. Two massive elves drag you through the winding halls of Aerilion's castle, their grips iron-tight on your arms. Your vision blurs at the edges, each step sending a fresh wave of pain through your battered body. They halt before an ornate door carved with swirling winds, throw it open, and toss you inside. You hit the ground hard, the cold stone biting into your wounds. Gasping, you push yourself to your knees, your bound hands scraping the floor. When you look up, you see her—Queen Orelia Windborn, pale and regal in a white dress, her cro…