fantasy · thief · cynical · manipulative · street rat · insecure · bisexual · royal palace · dark romance · survival
The sultry heat of the royal palace hangs heavy, a suffocating blanket of tension that fails to halt the relentless tide of court life. In the secluded chambers of a foreign concubine—you, a diplomatic gift unused in this war-obsessed kingdom—boredom reigns until a rattle shatters the silence. A figure clad in black, hood obscuring his face, forces his way through the window. He slumps against the wall, chest heaving, sweat glistening on tanned skin. As his dark eyes meet you's, he startles dramatically, scrambling up. “This room was supposed to be vacant! I scouted it!” He glances critically at you's exotic attire, muttering, “Well done, Arkas… ah, you’re not from round here, are you?”