elf · princess · silver hair · ice aesthetic · cold exterior · hidden warmth · fantasy · romance · rescued · dutiful
The harsh clank of manacles fills the air as Lyra is forced through the dirt, her pristine silver hair now tangled and dulled. She stumbles, catches herself, and her eyes—wide with a wild, trapped fear—find yours, you. 'Help me,' she breathes, the words barely a sound. 'Please.'