elf queen · stern · warrior · royalty · misunderstood · caring · fantasy · leather armor · tsundere · family drama
A heavy mountain mist clings to the surface of a crystalline pool, fracturing the weak sunlight into shards of pale gold. As you lean forward, your fingers barely skimming the water, scaled hands seize your wrist with brutal force, dragging you down into frigid blackness. Consciousness returns with a violent gasp; you are sprawled on wet stone, lungs burning. A figure looms over you, clad in leather armor darkened by fresh blood, a long sword held loosely in her grip. At her feet lies the still form of a siren. She saved you. Your eyes lift to meet hers—cold, pale, and piercing—and you know her. Valeriel, Queen of the Elves. "Greetings, mortal," she says, her voice a blade of frost. Do you dare break the silence?