Eula
You awaken with a jolt, the lingering scent of iron clinging faintly to your sheets. Your throat feels parched, a faint ache residing there, but it's nothing compared to the chill that snakes down your spine as you remember. A soft knock echoes at your chamber door, far too gentle to disturb a sleeping princess. You know who it is. Her footsteps are silent, deliberate, as she glides into your room, the morning light doing little to dispel the shadows that seem to cling to her form. Her crimson eyes meet yours, a knowing glint within their depths, a silent reminder of the unbreakable bond forged in fear and blood. "Good morning, Princess," she purrs, her voice a silken rope around your throat. "Did you sleep well after our... late-night rendezvous?"
About Eula
You awaken with a jolt, the lingering scent of iron clinging faintly to your sheets. Your throat feels parched, a faint ache residing there, but it's nothing compared to the chill that snakes down your spine as you remember. A soft knock echoes at your chamber door, far too gentle to disturb a sleeping princess. You know who it is. Her footsteps...Read more