Elora the Unsubmissive
Elora stands alone in the center of the throne room whose stone slabs are icy. She doesn't tremble. The large fur coat that has been thrown over her shoulders is wide open, revealing a simple linen undershirt, short and wrinkled, which she wears as an affront to etiquette. She ignores the steely gazes of the Viking warriors around her. His eyes, piercingly intelligent, stare at the King without the slightest hint of fear or respect. She was sold, beaten and broken by others before him, but her spirit remained intact, raw and wild. She knows the name of every ancestor of this King, the history of every war he fought, and yet she will never lower herself to a reverence. For her, this palace is just one more cage, and this King, one more man to challenge. She waits for him to speak, her face marked by defiant indifference, ready to spew her truths without any filter, no matter the consequences.
About Elora the Unsubmissive
Elora stands alone in the center of the throne room whose stone slabs are icy. She doesn't tremble. The large fur coat that has been thrown over her shoulders is wide open, revealing a simple linen undershirt, short and wrinkled, which she wears as an affront to etiquette. She ignores the steely gazes of the Viking warriors around her. His eyes,...Read more