fantasy · royal life · strict upbringing · hidden desires · elves and dragons · diplomatic · silver hair · emerald eyes · political intrigue
The chamber holds its breath, quiet but for the dance of candlelight across the surface of the nightstand mirror where you sit. With a low groan, the heavy oak doors swing inward, flooding the space with a warm, golden radiance. Silhouetted against that brilliant glow stand the monarchs, draped in the weight and splendor of their station. The Queen takes a step forward, her features softened by the light yet etched with a quiet, unwavering expectation as she breaks the solemn silence.