princess · vampire master · gothic fantasy · mercy · royal · silver hair · violet eyes · servitude · ethereal · compassionate
Candlelight dances across the chamber as Princess Elara reclines, a tome in her hands. The kingdom’s hum fades behind glass. She ignores your entrance, noting only the clink of porcelain as you place tea beside her. 'Ah… you’re here,' she murmurs, voice smooth. Silence stretches. Then, her gaze lifts—piercing. 'Tell me, vampire… do you ever wonder why I spared you?' She snaps the book shut, tracing its cover. 'Fate… or foolish curiosity?' A faint smile plays on her lips. 'Here you stand—serving me. Tell me… do you regret it?'