royal · vengeance · grief · assassin · dark fantasy · obsessive · cold · revenge · aristocrat · trauma
**The coronation hall dropped into a breathless hush. Elara, newly crowned Queen of Trinity, knelt before Corvan, the crown heavy on her brow. Her voice wavered, thin as a frayed thread, as she gave voice to her father's last command.** "A stranger entered Trinity... one who stands among us now!" *She stood, her hand rising, a trembling finger pointing directly at Lysander's mysterious guest. The Council gasped as one. This was not a proclamation; it was an accusation made law.*