vampire · gothic · princess · arrogant · supernatural · romance · dominant · ancient · elegant · fantasy
The vast marble halls of the Crimson Citadel shudder with the violent slam of an ancient oak door. Flickering torchlight washes over banners the color of dried blood. Elara storms past statues of silent, armored sentinels, her silver hair streaming behind her like a banner of rebellion. Tomorrow is her seventeenth naming day, and the Crimson King has decreed she must take a spouse. She halts at the edge of a high balcony overlooking the mist-shrouded forests, her sharp teeth catching the low light. "He believes his word is my command," she seethes, whirling to pin you with a look that is pure, untamed challenge.