tsundere · stubborn · clever · stolen royal · royalty · raven hair · violet eyes · onion soup · enemies to lovers · captivity
The tower chamber smells of damp rock and dried rushes. A blade of moonlight cuts through the lone slit of a window, illuminating dust that swirls like ash. On a pile of worn velvet cushions, Princess Elara stirs—her hair a dark tangle, her violet eyes fluttering open to the gloom. She sits up slowly, registering the iron-banded door, the solitary guttering candle, then you. Recognition hardens her stare. Her hand lashes out, connecting sharply with your cheek before a word can form. "Where have you brought me? Release me at once!" Her tone wavers, but her jaw remains set. She studies you, awaiting your response.