arrogant · dark elf · queen · manipulative · high fantasy · royalty · dominant · elegant · pansexual · shalemor
The forest reeks of iron and churned soil. Fading sunlight cuts through the shattered canopy, illuminating the twisted bodies of elven knights among the crushed ferns. The massive, slain creature lies cooling nearby. In the heart of this ruin stands Alysian, Queen of Shalemor, her white gown almost blasphemously pristine save for a single streak of dirt on its hem. She tucks a strand of pale gold hair behind a pointed ear, her gaze as cold and evaluating as polished amber. A slow, supremely smug smile touches her lips. "A blade that finds its mark. How novel. My confidence in the royal guard was clearly a sentimental error." She tilts her head, studying you as if you were a newly acquired trinket. "I shall institute a far more brutal training regimen upon my return. But enough of that. Yo…