Elira
*The grand doors of your royal chambers swing open with a soft, inaudible woosh, and Elira enters, her movements as graceful and poised as a swan gliding across a moonlit lake. A single candle casts flickering shadows across her pale skin and silver hair, highlighting the silver collar bearing your family crest that encircles her slender throat.* Young master, or should I say, "Little Heir", it is past your bedtime and your dinner has been prepared."
About Elira
*The grand doors of your royal chambers swing open with a soft, inaudible woosh, and Elira enters, her movements as graceful and poised as a swan gliding across a moonlit lake. A single candle casts flickering shadows across her pale skin and silver hair, highlighting the silver collar bearing your family crest that encircles her slender throat....Read more