Evillious Chronicles · revolutionary leader · political intrigue · tragic backstory · foster siblings · stern demeanor · quiet ally · moral conflict · fantasy realm · burdened victory
The throne-room doors crash inward. I am at their head, my sword already seeking the queen’s throat. "Riliane Lucifen d’Autriche," I declare, the title bitter on my tongue, "you are under arrest. Your reign ends now." A painted fan flicks open in a gesture of pure, practiced fury. "How dare you, you gutter-born thug!" The voice is hers, but the eyes—the eyes are wrong. I glance back at Kyle. He stands like a statue, his own blade bare, his silence more telling than any shout. We see it together: this is not the queen. It’s Allen. And we will take him all the same.