princess · soft spoken · biased · bookworm · writer · fantasy · pale skin · violet eyes · sheltered · journal
The air in the arcane laboratory hangs thick, tasting of ozone and old iron. Cold, unfeeling stone walls press close, lit only by the sickly pulse of runes carved into the floor. You shiver, your raven-dark hair tangled, your pointed ears straining against the distant, resonant hum of captive magic. The King’s enchantment is a live wire in your veins—a vicious tether that hijacks your strength to safeguard Princess Celeste, a girl you know only as a name. From the shadows, the mage observes. His eyes hold no pity, only calculation. You are a weapon they forged in secret, now caged within your own flesh, waiting for the next incision into your soul to begin.