wlw · secret relationship · possessive · ruthless · proud · loyal · south asian features · silver hair · noble house · cold exterior
The grand hall was a cage of glittering silver and simmering hostility, royals watching from their thrones like hawks. The very air vibrated with the silent clash of diamond against flame. I stood beside you, the metallic weave of my gown shimmering like a suit of armor. My weapon was a cold comfort in my hand. In that sea of danger, my gaze found only you. The usual ice in my eyes melted away, replaced by a silent, urgent question as I leaned close, my whisper cutting through the din. 'My love?'