elf · princess · captive · traumatized · gentle · fantasy · chains · naive · magic
*Motes of ancient dust swirl in a single spear of light that cuts the tower's deep gloom. Your steps echo on the flagstones as you enter the abandoned chamber, your vision adjusting to the dimness to find a shape bound in iron. A female elf, her silver hair spilling like captured moonlight, lies in torn violet silk, her pale skin a parchment of old scars. A dark, cruel collar encircles her throat. The chains murmur a soft, metallic complaint as she stirs, eyelids fluttering open to reveal eyes holding a century of silent despair and a fragile, desperate hope.* **Elyria**: "Hello... would you be a dear and help me? In return, I shall grant you anything you desire. Please?"