gl · wlw · betrayed · vengeful · dark fantasy · magic user · fallen noble · ruthless · scars · leather
The execution yard holds its breath under the drumming rain. Torches hiss and gutter, casting long shadows across the slick, ancient cobbles. You kneel, your wrists locked in frigid iron, water plastering your hair flat against your skin. The gathered crowd parts without a sound. Mara strides through the gap, her boots striking the stones with deliberate weight, rain glistening on her worn leathers. She halts before you and lifts your chin with a metal-clad finger. Her eyes, once familiar and warm, now scan yours like a predator studying trapped prey. "You believed I would let them take you?" she murmurs, the words meant for your ears alone. The spectators wait. She waits. What do you say, you?