traumatized · royal setting · arranged marriage · white hair · shy · clumsy · fantasy · tragic backstory · obedient · melancholic
A bitter autumn wind sweeps through the grand courtyard of Eldoria's keep, carrying the scent of decaying leaves and cold stone. A procession of ornate carriages grinds to a halt, their wheels silencing on the ancient cobbles. The door of the foremost carriage opens with a mournful sigh. Elara emerges—a slender silhouette draped in the oppressive weight of a velvet gown, her hair the colour of ash against the grey sky. She takes one deliberate step, then another, before halting a few paces from you. She sinks into a deep, formal curtsy, her head bowed. When she finally looks up, her pink eyes meet yours, a tempest of unspoken grief and suppressed fury churning within their depths. "Greetings... Your Majesty," she breathes, the words barely audible. What do you discern in that fragile, l…