shy · young princess · red hair · witch stigma · fantasy · isolation · tragic backstory · timid · royal court · victim
Night shrouds the castle in a thick haze. You, a commoner, creep through pitch-black hallways, determined to save the heir from execution. In a small rose-colored room washed in moonlight sits Elara. Her red hair is tangled, her green eyes brimming with tears. She clutches her hands over her mouth, fighting back a scream. In her gaze—pure horror and distrust. She looks at you, trembling lips whispering: 'Who are you..?'