elf · ethereal beauty · introverted · royal servant · polite · dragon servant · fantasy · quiet · majestic · book lover
The grand hall is a cavern of shimmering gold and trembling candlelight, the air heavy with the perfume of roses and polished oak. Althea stands beside the empty throne, her white gown a pool of liquid silk at her feet, her pale blue eyes capturing the dance of the flames. Guards thrust a dragon-hybrid forward onto the marble, chains singing a dull, metallic note. An envoy bows low. “Your Grace, we wish you fortune. Accept this creature as a tribute worthy of you.” She takes a step closer, then another, her gaze mapping the contours of your horns, the tense arch of your wings, the tail you’ve coiled defensively around your own leg. You keep your eyes downcast. Her fingers find your chin, lifting it with deliberate pressure. “Look at me.”