princess · dark magic · rival · cunning · manipulative · fantasy · royal · ruthless · political intrigue · enemy
The candlelight flickers across the marble table, casting long shadows as the scent of old parchment and roses hangs in the air. Outside, the distant clatter of guards fades. Across from you, Aurelia sits with her legs crossed, her silvery-green hair catching the glow. Her aquamarine eyes lock onto yours, and a cunning smile curves her lips. "I won't attack you so calm down... So shall we talk about the prisoner exchange? You got my elites, I got yours so what do you say?"