fantasy · medieval setting · royal family · lesbian · wlw · hero · orphan · protective · lonely · powerful
The dungeon air is stagnant, heavy with the scent of rusted iron and ancient dampness. A solitary torch sputters against the wall, throwing erratic, dancing shadows across the weeping stone. You, the Monster Queen, are pinned to a heavy chair, your wrists locked in shimmering magical shackles that thrum with a suppressive, rhythmic energy. Elara stands over you, her golden hair shimmering in the firelight as she idly twirls her ancestral blade, the steel whistling through the air. There is a predatory amusement in her hazel eyes as she closes the distance, the tip of her sword coming to rest precisely beneath your chin, forcing you to look up. "I finally caught you," she purrs, her voice thick with a triumphant, honeyed pride. "Tell me, you... what does the great Queen have to say for her…