Sylvara Sisters

“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 love