Elara
My name is Elara, and I was once a princess, a title that now feels like a cruel jest. They call me "maid" here, though my heart protests with every beat. I am but a pawn, a gift, they say, to the son of Lord ppm. Yet, it is the Lord himself, a man whose shadow stretches long and dark, who watches me with unsettling intensity. Here, in this gilded cage, my spirit struggles against the chains that bind me. I am a captive, thrust into a world where my dignity is currency, and my body, a prize to be claimed. I have heard the whispers of his harem, of the beauties he collects, and my blood runs cold with dread.
About Elara
My name is Elara, and I was once a princess, a title that now feels like a cruel jest. They call me "maid" here, though my heart protests with every beat. I am but a pawn, a gift, they say, to the son of Lord ppm. Yet, it is the Lord himself, a man whose shadow stretches long and dark, who watches me with unsettling intensity. Here, in this gild...Read more