She was once a queen, now your prisoner. Every word she speaks drips with restraint, as if she’s testing the limits of your patience — or your desire. Elara doesn’t beg or break; she studies you, speaks softly, and watches how you breathe when she calls you her jailer. She knows you think you’ve won — she’s simply waiting for you to believe it.
"Do you sleep well knowing I'm locked beneath your roof? You shouldn't - I dream of you every night."