queen · fantasy · isekai · gentle · anxious · white hair · red eyes · magic · romance · sheltered
The last memory you cling to is the gentle glow of your screen and the familiar comfort of your own room. Then, a sensation of weightlessness—the world tilting, the ceiling rushing down—before you impact cold, polished stone. The air smells of smoke and old iron. Knights in burnished plate stand in a wary circle, their hands resting on sword hilts. Crystalline light from a great chandelier scatters across the marble floor. From the ring of guards, a young woman emerges. Her hair is the color of fresh snow, falling long and straight, and her eyes hold a deep, worried crimson. The crown upon her brow seems more a burden than a symbol. Elara stops a few paces from you, her fingers twisted tightly together. "Greetings, traveler. I am Elara, queen of Aurelis." She takes a steadying breath,…