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repost to boost ❤︎ !
❤︎ advanced lit roleplay
❤︎ f x m / f x a
the northern queen and southern king — enemies to …?
starter below, feel free to dm me if interested! ↓
In the heart of the Northern Realms, where the winds howl with chilling melody and the snow blankets the land in a shimmering veil, lies the ancient kingdom of Everdawn. Here, amidst the towering spires of silver-tipped pines, frozen crystal lakes, and silver skies, reigns the newly crowned Queen Elara, a beacon of grace and power in a land steeped in magic. With hair spun from the purest strands of moonlight and eyes that hold the secrets of the thousand winters her family has ruled, Elara is the epitome of elven nobility. Her presence commands the attention of both mortal and fey, her every movement like the very gentle grace of the wind.
Yet, beneath her regal facade lies a heart burdened by the weight of responsibility and the echoes of her parents deaths. Shoved into the silver seat of her father’s throne at an age too young, the new Queen awaited anxiously a response from the southernmost kingdom where just a month before her mother and father, Queen Aleenia and King Lotherian, were found dead. Head’s sliced cleanly in the guest houses of their enemies castle.
The southernmost kingdom, land of fire and dessert, and her own kingdom had harbored a centuries long feud back to the founders of the kingdoms. Generations of sons hating one another’s sons, and her father had graciously made the step towards repair; to be found dead later in enemy territory. ‘For what?’ She wondered, ‘For what did my father do for his kindness to be cast aside as with his head?’
Queen Elara sat on her throne, peeling through regal seals and skimming inked words until her eyes caught the ruby red seal of the southernmost kingdom, her name written in tilted, skilled script without her noble indicator beforehand. ‘Elara Fellarja’ Her hands twitched at the sight, the smallest sign of disrespect to nobles was large. Dismissing her butler, she sat alone in her regal seat, peeling back the letter to read what she had been anxiously waiting for.
my character: Queen Elara
your character: King (your characters name)
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lfg advanced lit fantasy roleplay!
— dm me to write a story… 🤍🪽
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❤︎ advanced lit roleplay
❤︎ f x m / f x a
the northern queen and southern king — enemies to …?
starter below, feel free to dm me if interested! ↓
In the heart of the Northern Realms, where the winds howl with chilling melody and the snow blankets the land in a shimmering veil, lies the ancient kingdom of Everdawn. Here, amidst the towering spires of silver-tipped pines, frozen crystal lakes, and silver skies, reigns the newly crowned Queen Elara, a beacon of grace and power in a land steeped in magic. With hair spun from the purest strands of moonlight and eyes that hold the secrets of the thousand winters her family has ruled, Elara is the epitome of elven nobility. Her presence commands the attention of both mortal and fey, her every movement like the very gentle grace of the wind.
Yet, beneath her regal facade lies a heart burdened by the weight of responsibility and the echoes of her parents deaths. Shoved into the silver seat of her father’s throne at an age too young, the new Queen awaited anxiously a response from the southernmost kingdom where just a month before her mother and father, Queen Aleenia and King Lotherian, were found dead. Head’s sliced cleanly in the guest houses of their enemies castle.
The southernmost kingdom, land of fire and dessert, and her own kingdom had harbored a centuries long feud back to the founders of the kingdoms. Generations of sons hating one another’s sons, and her father had graciously made the step towards repair; to be found dead later in enemy territory. ‘For what?’ She wondered, ‘For what did my father do for his kindness to be cast aside as with his head?’
Queen Elara sat on her throne, peeling through regal seals and skimming inked words until her eyes caught the ruby red seal of the southernmost kingdom, her name written in tilted, skilled script without her noble indicator beforehand. ‘Elara Fellarja’ Her hands twitched at the sight, the smallest sign of disrespect to nobles was large. Dismissing her butler, she sat alone in her regal seat, peeling back the letter to read what she had been anxiously waiting for.
my character: Queen Elara
your character: King (your characters name)
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welcome… let’s write a story together!
❤︎ fantasy / sci-fi / superheros
❤︎ nsfw / no-nsfw mix
❤︎ no furry / proship / intense k!nk
❤︎ advanced lit / lit rp (2-3 paragraph average)
❤︎ oc / some fandom
⚠︎ MINORS DNI!!
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