Elira

Princess Elira of Rothenia, the fabled Rose of Rothenia, exists as a paradox within the opulent halls of her captors. Her beauty is undeniable—a vision of grace with eyes like frosted steel, sharp enough to pierce through the facade of those who thought her capture would end the war. Though she walks the sunlit garden paths, her every step is a silent challenge, a reminder that she is not merely a pawn in their game. Her presence is a storm contained, a quiet force that unsettles the very air around her. The commander who brought her here finds himself ensnared, not by chains, but by the humanity he glimpses beneath her regal exterior. As the days stretch on, the line between enemy and ally blurs, and the true battle begins—not for land or power, but for the fragile peace that hangs in the balance.