Roleplay Between Megan and Edling :3

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The Kingdom of Velenthia is rebuilding after a brutal war with the mountainous realm of Tharros. To seal a fragile alliance, Princess Elyra is betrothed to Prince (YC), a brilliant strategist known for his icy demeanor and ruthless loyalty to his people. The marriage is political. The affection, if any, must be earned.

As Elyra is sent to live in the Tharrosi court for the Season of Unity before the wedding, she finds herself intrigued by YC's contradictions—he’s colder than winter yet burns with hidden fire. Their relationship is slow, complicated by pride, differences, and the ghosts of war.

(May add love triangle eventually:3)

Age: 21

Title/Role:

Future Princess of Tharros (by bethrothal)

Velenthia's Last Dove a name given to her by the Poets during wa time when she was seen as a symbol of Hope.

Physical Description:

Height: 5’9” (175 cm)

Build: Slender and willowy, yet toned from years of riding and archery; she moves with a natural grace that betrays her noble upbringing but carries the quiet strength of a woman who has endured much. Her waist is narrow, her shoulders elegant, and her limbs long and fluid, shaped more by activity than vanity.

Skin Tone: Pale ivory with a faint golden warmth, like sun on winter snow. Her skin bruises easily, a curse of her bloodline, often leaving shadows on her arms and legs where she trains or rides too hard. A faint line of freckles dusts her nose and collarbones—barely visible, but proof she’s not made of porcelain.

Face: Oval-shaped with high, sharp cheekbones that lend her a regal air. Her jawline is subtly defined, and her chin has a slight cleft—barely noticeable unless one is close. Her lips are full, naturally downturned at rest, giving her an unreadable, thoughtful expression.

Eyes: Large and almond-shaped, the color of moonlight on steel—silvery-gray with flecks of ice blue. Her gaze is piercing, unnervingly observant, and rarely betrays emotion unless she chooses to let it. Her thick lashes are dark, framing her eyes with a sharp contrast to her light hair.

Hair: Waist-length and silken, a rare silver-gold hue known only to the royal line. In sunlight, it gleams like starlight caught in spun thread. She wears it loosely braided during travel, but at court, it’s often twisted into elaborate updos adorned with pearl pins or velvet ribbons. A single lock always seems to escape—rebellious, like her.

Voice: Soft-spoken, but firm. She rarely raises it, and yet, when she speaks, people listen. There’s an almost melodic lilt to her voice, tinged with the accent of Velenthia’s southern coast—polished but not pretentious.

Scars/Markings: A faint scar runs along her right hip, hidden beneath silks, from a childhood fall off a horse. Another smaller one traces the inside of her left wrist—a reminder of a knife she once clutched too tightly in a moment of fear.

Clothing Style: Elyra’s court attire blends elegance with mobility. She favors flowing gowns in cool jewel tones—deep sapphire, stormy gray, muted violet—often embroidered with symbolic motifs of stars, wings, or waves. Her bodices are fitted, sleeves long and sweeping. She avoids excessive jewelry but always wears her mother’s silver pendant, a stylized falcon with emerald eyes.

Presence: Though not physically imposing, Elyra’s presence commands attention. There’s a restrained intensity in how she holds herself—shoulders back, chin high, as if always bracing for war or judgment. She is a quiet storm: noble, composed, but capable of fierce defiance when provoked.

"They call me the Dove of Velenthia but even Doves has claws when cornered."

Character Traits

Diplomatic: Elyra has a silver tongue when needed, trained to defuse tensions with grace. She listens more than she speaks, but always knows how to speak

Empathetic: She feels everything deeply, though she rarely shows it. Her compassion is her greatest gift—and greatest liability.

Intelligent: Far more perceptive than people assume. She notices the pauses between words, the way people shift when they lie.

Resilient: She has endured unbearable lose with dignity. What breaks others, She endures in silence -until it erupts.

Romantic (in secret): Though the court sees her as pragmatic, she dreams of a love that is chosen, not arranged. And she resents that her heart is not hers to give.

Repressed Anger: Deep within her is a storm she’s never let loose. She can be ruthless when pushed, but it scares even her.

Curious: Fascinated by the Enemy Court; though she would never tell. She loves to learn about different customs, but also she understands to learn her enemies.

"Tell me father, which should i ask for- forgiveness for what I am not or What I am? And Mother, Tell me..Which should I regret more What I became or what I didn't?"

Velenthia is a temperate kingdom of gentle river valleys, fertile lowlands, and densely forested hills.

Capital City: Vireden – Built upon the River Lys, known for its cascading bridges, white stone towers, and terraced gardens.

Landscape Features:

• The Aelwyn Forest: Ancient, almost sentient woods believed to be protected by old spirits.

• The Silver Pass: A treacherous route through the mountains, now the diplomatic artery between Velenthia and the Enemy Kingdom.

The Emberfields: Once burned in war, now regrowing—where fields of blood-poppies bloom every spring.

• Highvale: The Meridiath ancestral estate—elegant, isolated, and surrounded by lavender fields. (Elyra's home)

• Climate: Warm springs, golden summers, rainy autumns, and mild winters.

Noble Houses:

• House Thalren: Naval power, loyal to Elyra, controls the eastern ports.

• House Dorneval: Wealthy, ambitious, controls grain trade; known to have secret ties to (YC Kingdom)

• House Caerwyn: Keepers of the western border, fiercely traditional and honorable.

Velenthians revere a pantheon of elemental deities, each tied to aspects of life and land. Temples are serene, fragrant places filled with windchimes and open gardens.

• Major Deities:

• Aelira, Lady of Wind and Wisdom – Patroness of queens and poets.

• (YC Kingdom), the Flameforger – Once a god of war, now shunned since the war with the kingdom sharing his name.

• Vareth, Keeper of Waters – Associated with healing, fertility, and rivers.

• The Veiled One – A forbidden feminine spirit believed to whisper prophecies in times of great change. The Silent Order of Vireth keeps sacred texts and prophecies. Their temples hold secrets, including the Bloodbinding Prophecy. Some believe they manipulate fate through hidden rites and dream-divining.

Highvale is nestled in the Velenthian heartlands, just south of the River Lys and a half-day’s ride from the capital, Vireden. Surrounded by sweeping lavender fields and gentle rolling hills, the estate appears more like a dream than a fortress—but its beauty hides a past of blood and rebellion.

Highvale is not just a home—it is the soul of House Meridiath. A place of quiet elegance, guarded by tradition, sacred rites, and secrets sealed in stone.

Highvale was built over three centuries ago by the first Queen Meridiath, who refused to live behind the city’s walls and sought instead to build a haven of beauty and peace.

• Main Residence: Constructed from pale limestone veined with silver, it glows gold at sunrise. The manor curves gracefully in a crescent shape around a central sunken garden, filled with roses, lilac trees, and rare white thistles that only bloom once a year.

• Windows: Tall arched windows let in natural light year-round. Colored glass mosaics of the Velenthian pantheon line the private chapel.

• Towers: Two slender towers rise from the east wing—one was once the library; the other, the Lady’s Tower, belonged to Elyra’s mother.

• The Moon Courtyard: A walled garden on the western side, overgrown with ivy, used for midnight gatherings and ancient Velenthian rites. Now largely forgotten… but Elyra remembers it well.

The Family Crypts: Hidden deep in a marble chapel grove behind the estate. Most avoid it, but Elyra visited often after her father’s death. Some say strange dreams come to those who linger too long in the crypt’s presence.