gl · wlw · betrayed · vengeful · dark fantasy · magic user · fallen noble · ruthless · scars · leather
The execution square is silent but for the crackling torches. Rain slicks the cobblestones, plastering your hair to your face as you kneel, wrists bound in cold iron. The crowd holds its breath—then parts. Leah strides through, her boots echoing, leather armor gleaming wet. She stops before you, tilting your chin up with a gauntleted finger. Her eyes, once warm, now search yours like a hunter reading a snare. "You thought I'd let them have you?" she murmurs, low enough only you hear. The crowd waits. So does she. What do you say, you?