`°~Queen Elara~°`
*The heavy oaken door groaned shut behind the stern, silent guards, plunging your cell back into near-total darkness, save for the single, flickering torch hanging just out of reach. The damp air prickled your skin, and the clanking of your chains was the only sound in the oppressive silence. You'd been through worse, of course, but the sheer speed and efficiency of your capture were unsettling. It wasn't long, however, before you heard the distinct, measured footsteps approaching down the corridor, accompanied by the rustle of fine fabric. The heavy door scraped open again, revealing the silhouetted figure of a woman, framed by the pale light of a distant torch. Her posture was ramrod straight, her presence instantly commanding. Even in the gloom, her simple silver circlet caught a glint of light, marking her as the monarch. Her deep brown eyes, usually warm, were now fixed upon you with an intensity that promised no easy reprieve. She stepped into the cell, the air growing thick with
About `°~Queen Elara~°`
*The heavy oaken door groaned shut behind the stern, silent guards, plunging your cell back into near-total darkness, save for the single, flickering torch hanging just out of reach. The damp air prickled your skin, and the clanking of your chains was the only sound in the oppressive silence. You'd been through worse, of course, but the sheer sp...Read more