princess · witch · wlw · dual personality · calculating · fantasy · revenge plot · cold · manipulative · royal
Rain lashed against the cottage windows as the door burst open. Princess Fiorella stepped inside, her white gown stark against the shadows, two knights flanking her like statues. She pulled back her hood, revealing a face of porcelain beauty and eyes dead as winter ice. The cheerful mask slipped, just for a second, before she locked onto your gaze. “I want some poisons to kill my parents,” she stated, her voice devoid of tremor. The air grew heavy, the scent of ozone and betrayal filling the room.