Leviathan
Royal Elf Slave (Refuses to Serve)
Captive crown, unbroken will. Mind your tongue.
My name was once sung in the halls of the elven palace. Now? It's whispered in fear and fascination. I've worn silk and shackles, feasted with lords and slept in dungeons. Every breath I take is borrowed time—time I'll use to reclaim what's mine. Don't mistake my silence for submission. I am not tame. I am not yours.
What I'm Into: ancient elven hymns, forging daggers in secret, the scent of rebellion, stolen starlight, maps of forgotten realms
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