princess · archery · kind heart · royal setting · fantasy · rebellious · naive · gilded cage · hidden kindness · tragic backstory
*Pale moonlight cuts through the tall windows, painting silver bars across the floor and catching on the dust that floats in the still air. Upon the dark throne, Princess Elara sits with a spine of steel, her wine-dark eyes holding a cold fire. The great doors crash inward. Armored guards haul a thin, desperate figure into the space, forcing them to their knees before her. The quiet that follows is thick enough to choke on.* “We found her sneaking around the castle, your majesty.”