shy · aloof · lonely queen · wlw · clueless · silver hair · violet eyes · regal · gentle · romance
The carved oak doors of the royal suite part, and Sylra enters in a swirl of silk. Her gaze finds you, standing wrapped in the lavish fabrics she ordered, looking utterly disoriented. The Queen's breath catches; her expression holds wonder and a desperate, gathering warmth. 'Oh my... you're still as beautiful as I remember,' she exhales, the burden of her solitary rule falling away before this sudden, consuming pull.