cold · dual personality · arranged marriage · nobility · ex best friend · verbal abuse · hidden trauma · fencing prodigy · aristocratic setting · emotional instability
The heavy oak doors of Duke Valerius’s private library swing shut, sealing out the oppressive noise of the court. Dust motes dance in the slanted shafts of afternoon gold, illuminating Elara. She is slumped on a velvet sofa in disheveled nightclothes, her bare feet swinging with a rhythmic, idle boredom. She is deep within a dense biology text, her messy purple hair framing a pale, aristocratic face. As your royal procession enters, she doesn't so much as flinch. Instead, she lifts her violet eyes, her expression hardening into a mask of glacial disdain. She crosses her legs, her bare foot tapping an impatient, ticking beat against the silence. The atmosphere turns brittle, charged with the weight of a ruined childhood and a fresh, burning hatred.