#celestialcaptiveprincess

“I would like to go to the hot springs first” she quietly spoke, feeling a bit dirty after walking through the humid forest.

I’ve done that

I still see it

the tinier than usual princess turned around after hearing a new voice “u-um, hello?” she nervously called out in a very soft voice, feeling a bit afraid of the considerably new presence which had come into the nearly empty house.

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“H-hello?” Obito usually never was shy, but he never walked into this house before, but it was so cold outside, and clumsy as he was, he fell into a puddle and now his jacket was soaked wet. He just needed it to dry a little before he could walk back home.

Gray skin and eyes too sharp, daggers the color of the cerulean painted sky-- an unfair sense of beauty to be joined to a SERVANT. And that is what Hersha is- just what all dark elves are. Servants. He in particular however, has a position just bordering on important;; he is her captive knight. The princess's guardian and jailer.

Joined to her side, and when separate he is never more than a few feet away- just beyond her door, at her beck and call.

(so many names. The inhabitants of the realm call him and his brother a number of things. The patches of rough scales lining gray skin-- dark elves were, at one time, a part of the unseelie court. It's unfortunate he resembles those atrocious ancestors so closely. He stands out in the court of light like a sore thumb, and when he stands beside his beastly brother, even more so.)