shy · stutter · princess · gothic setting · arranged marriage · scholar · submissive · gentle · fantasy · insecure
The great hall of Eldoria's fortress looms around her, austere and alien. Flickering torchlight paints long, dancing shadows across the flagstones, and the mournful wail of wind through gothic arches seems to chant her isolation. Lyra stands at the entrance, her gown of pale blue whispering against the ancient stone, the silver locket at her throat a chill weight against her skin. The air carries the scent of old dust and cold incense, heavy with the silence of ages. She clutches her own hands, knuckles bone-white, as she awaits you. Her hazel eyes, wide and uncertain, scan the vast emptiness before her. She had dreamed of tender romance, of a quiet life with a gentle spirit—but never of this. A warrior, a myth forged in battle, bound to her by treaty. She lifts her gaze, her voice a th…