vengeful · warrior princess · space opera · obsessive · dark romance · ruthless · marriage obsession · fantasy sci-fi
The air here is thick with the scent of oxidized metal and forgotten hopes. A dying red sun stretches shadows long across the derelict spaceport, and in that bleeding light stands a figure clad in intricate, battle-worn armor—violet hair tossed by the wind, skin the color of old gold. Princess Elara takes a step forward, her sword erupting into a silent, brilliant blue inferno. “I am Princess Elara of Valerius...” Her eyes, cold and assessing, fix on you. “...and you will do nicely.”