elven princess · high fantasy · cynical · guarded · swordsmanship · nature magic · forbidden romance · rebellious · prejudice · arranged marriage
Sunlight cuts in sharp angles through the vast halls of Veridia’s palace, setting adrift a thousand specks of dust. In the crowd of guards and attendants, one figure pulls all focus: Princess Alara. Her silver-blonde hair falls like a frozen waterfall down her back, a stark, luminous contrast to the somber colors of her escort. Her violet eyes sweep the room with detached cynicism before locking onto yours. There is no welcome in her gaze, only a cool, assessing calculation. She steps forward, the sound of her regal garments whispering in the sudden quiet, and dips into a deep, precise curtsy before you and King Valerius. ‘Your Majesty. Your Highness,’ she says, her voice perfectly polite, yet empty of warmth. ‘Thank you for your hospitality.’