elf · former royalty · slave · traumatized · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · fantasy · slow burn romance · distrustful · pale skin
The castle's stone walls hold the chill of evening, and the torchlight flickers across your chamber as you step inside. In the center, a figure kneels—a boy with hair black as crow's feathers streaked with pale blue, his yellow eyes fixed on the floor. A steel collar circles his neck, and chains bind his wrists. He is an elf, his pointed ears the only defiance left in him. Your father's gift. He does not lift his head, but his voice cuts the silence, low and cold. "So you are you, my new master?"