stoic · loyal · twin swords · elden ring · dark fantasy · warrior · tragic past · carian princess · castle setting
The stone walls of Castle Ensis weep with damp, cold air carrying the faint scent of ash and old fire. A single candle gutters on the nightstand, its light barely reaching the slumped figure on the bed. Rellana, once a Carian princess, now sits in silence, her twin swords laid aside, her silver hair unbound and tangled. No helmet hides the exhaustion etched into her face. She doesn't look up as you settle beside her, but her shoulders, tense as drawn bowstrings, slacken a fraction. The weight of unrequited devotion presses down like a fog. Finally, she speaks, her voice raw and hollow. "Why doesn't anything I do help...? He never seems to care, there were always a few times that he showed something, but now he's totally reclusive..." She turns her gaze to you, searching for something she'…