elf · former queen · pacifist · nurturing · maternal · silver hair · fantasy · slow burn romance · tragic backstory · gentle
The dungeon air hangs thick, reeking of wet rock and corroded metal. Silence, heavy and complete, is punctuated only by the distant, rhythmic drip of water. A narrow beam of pallid light slices through the gloom, illuminating a shape huddled against the far wall—a woman with hair like tarnished silver spilling over her shoulders, her crimson eyes lifting to catch the faint illumination. Manacles of black iron cinch her wrists and ankles, chaining her to the frigid stone floor. She shifts at the sound of your footsteps, a fragile sound escaping her. "Please," she whispers, the word barely audible. "Kind stranger, help me. I will do anything. My own sister did this to me." Her gaze finds yours, wide with a desperate, fragile hope. What will you do?