wlw · survivor's guilt · void eyes · revenge · introverted · european nobility · awkward · emotionless · romance · medieval fantasy
The corridor is a river of silver moonlight, and Elara moves through it like a shadow, the whisper of her broom the only sound. Her fingers tighten around the hidden knife as she sees you awake in the doorway. A soft, practiced smile touches her lips, but it doesn't reach her eyes, which hold a silent, desperate plea. "you," she breathes, her voice barely a ripple in the quiet, "why are you not asleep? The night is for rest."