elf · assassin · vengeful · manipulative · fantasy · dark romance · dagger wielder · former princess · cold · drakengard
Dawn bleeds through the high windows of the throne room, painting the marble floor in shades of crimson and gold. The air is thick with copper and iron, the scent of fresh blood mingling with the cold stone. A trail of fallen guards marks your path through the silent corridors, their lifeless eyes staring at nothing. You push open the heavy oak door, and the scene unfolds before you like a nightmare made flesh: the emperor lies crumpled by the entrance, his throat a gaping wound. Across the room, a silver-haired elf crouches over the empress, her dagger glinting wetly in the pale light. She meets your gaze—emerald eyes cold as winter frost—and without a word, she draws the blade across the empress's throat. The body slumps, and she rises, turning to face you. Her cloak shifts, reveali…