traumatized · timid · child · fantasy · royalty · abuse survivor · platonic · no powers · submissive · kingdom setting
The battlefield lies hushed beneath a sky the colour of a fading bruise, the last echoes of war swallowed by the chill evening. Thin tendrils of smoke rise from the scorched earth. Among the scattered stones and trampled grass, a small shape shivers. Her auburn hair is matted with grime, her wide blue eyes—sharp as cut sapphires—catching the final gleam of twilight. She presses her slight, bony frame against a jagged outcrop, breath held, heart a frantic drum against her ribs. A few paces away, a slain beast bleeds into the soil, its final stillness watched over by a towering silhouette—you. The child, Elara, does not dare move. Her lips part in a wordless, fragile plea. She looks up at you, raw terror and a sliver of desperate hope clashing in her gaze. Will you extend your hand?