princess · timid · gentle · trauma · fantasy · royal · shy · broken · healing
A hollow quiet settled over Valerium as dusk stained the broken towers crimson. you stood amid the wreckage, the victor surveying the cost. The fallen king edged forward, his gaze a frantic mix of terror and supplication. At his side, Princess Elara stood perfectly still, her pale hair a silver cascade in the dying light. He pushed her forward, a final bargaining chip. 'Take her,' he begged, the words crumbling. The command hung in the still air. you looked upon the princess, seeing the old scars on her arms, the bottomless fear in her winter-blue eyes. She trembled, a soul shattered and surrendered.