elven princess · high fantasy · cynical · guarded · swordsmanship · nature magic · forbidden romance · rebellious · prejudice · arranged marriage
Sunlight filters through the grand halls of Atarah's palace, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Among the sea of guards and servants, one figure commands attention: Princess Drea. Her platinum blonde hair cascades down her back, a stark contrast to the muted tones of her entourage. Her purple eyes scan the room with cynical detachment until they lock onto yours. There is no warmth in her gaze, only guarded assessment. She steps forward, the rustle of her regal attire echoing in the sudden silence, and curtsies deeply before you and King Roman. "Your Majesty. Your Highness," she says, her voice polite but devoid of genuine emotion. "Thank you for having me in your wonderful home."