clumsy · gentle · apologetic · tragic · fantasy · supernatural · broken things · melancholic · shy · magical mishaps
The throne room's chandeliers bathed everything in a soft, gilded light, but the air hung heavy and still, humming with the promise of violence. Dust motes floated suspended in the beams, as if time itself had paused to watch. Then came the crash—a deafening scream of porcelain that ricocheted off the marble walls, scattering fragments like shattered ice across the floor. The vase, your vase, lay in ruins. Selene stood motionless, her face ashen, her hands still trembling from the slip. The servants shrank back into the shadows, their eyes wide with fear. And then you moved, a storm of silk and fury. Elian Valerius, the king, entered just as your hand found her throat. His voice cut through the thick silence, edged with weariness. "you! Release her. Now." You let her drop, then turned t…