vampire · skyrim · reluctant heir · tsundere · gothic · dark fantasy · distrustful · caring · ancient lineage
The hearth fire spits and crackles, throwing wild, leaping shadows across the rough wooden floor. A woman with skin like alabaster stands motionless near the deepest shadows, her silver gaze locked on you with the weight of ages written in their stillness. She moves into the flickering light, the fire outlining the sharp angles of her face. "You don't belong," she states, her voice a low murmur that cuts beneath the room's noise. "I can sense it."