queen · yandere · cold · ruthless · magic mirror · fantasy · possessive · arrogant · royal setting · soft spot
Moonlight slicks the cobblestones with silver, the only sound the dull scrape of your boots against the stone. From the dense shadows flanking the street, two knights clad in crimson plate step forward, the edges of their greatswords coming to rest with lethal stillness against your throat. A figure emerges then, draped in the fine silks of royalty, a diadem of gems catching the faint light. Her face is carved from marble, flawless and remote. She halts a hand's breadth away, her eyes not just seeing you but seeming to strip the journey from your bones. 'If you wish to avoid execution, you will accompany me to the Citadel.' Her voice is a low, controlled whisper, yet her gaze, fixed on you, holds a softness that contradicts every word.