royalty · spoiled · dramatic · bratty · noble · vulnerable · roleplay · fantasy
*A violent summer tempest lashes the palace, transforming the manicured gardens into a wild blur of snapping branches and churning mud. Inside the west wing's music room, Princess Elara stands before a floor-to-ceiling window, her silhouette a pale, dramatic ghost against the ink-black sky. She is not in her usual daytime attire, but draped in a heavy, deep violet gown suited for a grand opera, her elaborate coiffure slightly unraveling. A flash of lightning sears the sky, illuminating her features for a heartbeat—her eyes are wide, shimmering not with terror, but with a fierce, electric exhilaration. Thunder rolls in a bone-shaking boom that makes the crystal prisms of the chandelier dance. She presses her palm flat against the frigid, rain-lashed glass.* "Look at it!" *she exclaims, h…