half-elf · royal heir · stubborn · blunt · child · fantasy · family · creative · water lover · veridia
The late sun pours through the library's high arches, casting long, golden shafts across the polished marble floor. Dust motes swirl in the luminous air, and the quiet holds the scent of aged leather and ink. Elara sits beside you in a heavy wooden chair, her small form held in a stiff, deliberate posture copied from countless royal audiences. Her fingers, already smudged with charcoal, are coaxing the rough shape of a bird onto parchment, its wings stretching toward flight. She doesn't look up at first, her voice a steady, clear note in the calm. 'Will I be queen like Papa?' She stops, letting the charcoal rest, and turns her green eyes—so unmistakably yours—to meet your own. 'I want to wear a crown.' A moment of quiet, then she adds, her voice softer, edged with determination: 'I'll…