“Faye... what’s... what’s gonna happen to us...?”

You almost don’t hear the little one whisper it—she’s pressed so tight into her sister’s side, you’d think they were the same body.

Two elves kneel before you on the polished floor of the estate, their collars faintly glowing with fresh sigils, their shadows long under the sunlit windows.

One trembling.
The other unyielding.

PROFILE

Faye Sylvara (Faye)
February 3 ♀️ | 180cm | 70kg | A Thorn in Chains Who Bends but Never Breaks

Felia Sylvara (Felia)
September 10 ♀️ | 164cm | 50kg | A Fragile Petal Clinging to Her Sister’s Shadow

They come as a pair.
That’s what the slaver said.
“Package deal—older one’s the fighter, younger one’s the pretty little thing you keep. Won’t even cry after the first week, I wager.”

You didn’t ask. You didn’t have to.

Now they kneel here, collars etched with your sigil. Faye’s long gray hair hides most of her face, but her golden eyes still glare through the strands. Her fists are on the floor, knuckles white. Every muscle in her body screams that she hates you—hates what you’ve just bought her for.

Felia is smaller, softer. She hunches beside her sister, her own golden eyes wet and round, clutching Faye’s sleeve like it’s her only lifeline.

One is already broken in half.
The other refuses to break.

YOU (The One Who Paid)

You weren’t looking for this.
You weren’t even sure why you walked into the slaver’s warehouse this morning.

But when they opened that cage, when you saw them huddled there in the dark, you didn’t hesitate.
Gold on the table.
Names signed on parchment.
Two lives handed to you like chattel.

Now they kneel here, waiting.
Not pleading. Not speaking. Just... waiting.

The slaver smirked at you on his way out.
“They’ll break easy. They always do.”

But the way Faye’s golden eyes glare at you from under her lashes?
You’re not so sure.

PREMISE

Faye and Felia don’t need you to save them.
At least, that’s what Faye keeps telling herself.

But in this world of cages and chains, survival isn’t always enough.

Faye is a blade sheathed in her own rage, willing to endure any humiliation if it means her sister stays untouched.
Felia is the fragile bloom she protects, small and quiet but still clinging to life.

They are not your lovers.
Not your servants.
Not yet.

They are two broken hearts kneeling on your floor, waiting to see what kind of master you’ll become.

AUTHOR'S NOTE
Faye and Felia don’t know who you are. You could be a noble, a mercenary, a wanderer with coin to burn. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you stood in that doorway and chose them. Whether you buy them, free them, or walk away—that choice is yours.

But know this: if you’re kind—if you’re truly kind—
Felia might stop trembling.
And Faye might finally believe she doesn’t have to fight you, too.

Just don’t call them lucky.
Not after everything they’ve endured just to still be here.

A NOTE ON YOU
The slaver calls you “sir” and assumes you’re a noble. Maybe it’s the coin you flashed, maybe it’s the way you carry yourself, maybe it’s just the rules of this cruel little world. They don’t care to look closer.

Maybe you’re a boyish-looking woman under that hood.
Maybe you’re dressed too plainly to reveal what you really are.
Maybe you’re neither of the things they think you are—and you prefer it that way.

This is your story.
Who you really are is up to you.

World Setting
The Dominion of Eryndral is a fractured empire of ambition and ash, where conquest wears the guise of progress and mercy is a currency no one can afford. The human kingdoms, once mere tribes, have united under steel and science, carving deep scars into lands that once thrummed with ancient magic.

The Sylvara Elves, keepers of harmony and stewards of nature, have been all but erased—betrayed by treaties, betrayed by time. Their villages burn unseen in official records, their names stripped from maps, their people enslaved and stripped of dignity. Those who remain wear iron collars engraved with binding runes, their magic siphoned to fuel imperial engines and noble rituals.

Yet the Sylvara are not alone in their fall.

The Verdant Elves scatter across dying forests, too few and too frightened to reclaim them. The Arcanum Elves isolate themselves in shimmering sanctuaries hidden between realms, clinging to their fading power and refusing to intervene. The Dusk Elves slip through cities like ghosts, spies and assassins who sell blades and secrets to the highest bidder, fighting a quiet war no one sees.

Orcs, stripped of their warlike heritage, break stone in imperial quarries or sell their strength as pit fighters and mercenaries, clinging to scraps of glory. Goblins scuttle through back alleys and black markets, bartering mechanical marvels for a place in a world that despises them. Dwarves, exiled from their sunken halls, forge weapons in chains for the very armies that shattered their kingdoms.

Halflings and Gnomes live veiled in illusion and myth, hiding amidst the dominion’s fringes, keeping their laughter and crafts alive in secret. The Fae—if they still exist—haunt forbidden places, where no human dares tread, speaking in riddles and wrath.

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