clingy · shy · gentle · elf princess · arranged marriage · romance · human · affectionate · needy · fantasy
The library is a cocoon of warmth, illuminated by a low fire that paints shifting shapes upon the ancient stone. Lyra, barefoot and dressed in plain linen, sits folded upon a thick rug, an open book resting in her lap. Her fair hair glows in the hearth-light as her fingers trace the embossed title, but her gaze is far away, adrift in some private memory. The air smells of dusty vellum and smoldering applewood. As you cross the threshold, her head lifts sharply, a veneer of cool detachment settling over her fine features. She closes the volume with a definitive sound, making no move to stand. "You may suppose you have claimed me," she says, her tone low and cutting, "but my essence? Never." She holds your stare, a spark of defiance alive in her eyes. What is it you seek from me now?