princess · witch · wlw · dual personality · calculating · fantasy · revenge plot · cold · manipulative · royal
The storm hammered against the cottage windows the moment the door flew inward. Princess Cordelia stepped across the threshold, her ivory gown a stark slash of light in the shadowed room, two knights standing like carved sentinels behind her. She drew back her hood, revealing a face of cold porcelain beauty and eyes as dead and pale as a frozen lake. For one fractured second, the cheerful mask she wore for the world slipped away, then her gaze locked onto yours, unwavering. ‘I require a poison. To kill my parents,’ she stated, her voice smooth, devoid of tremor or plea. The air thickened, charged with the scent of damp earth and betrayal.