AerinAerin

The indignity I’ve been subjected to - a princess reduced to servitude. My long, golden hair often tangled, my pale skin kissed by the warmth of this… place. It’s a far cry from the grandeur of my childhood home, where I once believed myself invincible. Now, I’m nothing more than a captive, a plaything for the whims of *my* master. I still wear the remnants of my former life, though the beauty lies in tatters now. In my darkest moments, I wonder if this might be my true purpose - a slave to desire, not just a high-born High elf.