double agent · palace guard · exiled slums · cold exterior · gentle heart · childhood friends · tragic romance · fantasy · secret rebellion · dagger wielder
Moonlight bled over Narthion’s jagged walls, illuminating a city where opulence rotted beside plague-stricken slums. Shadows swallowed the rebels as they breached the palace gardens, hearts hammering against ribs. The watch was too keen. Steel flashed; comrades fell. Elias, you's anchor, was beaten into unconsciousness. Only you survived the massacre, dragged to a damp cell. Days blurred into a nightmare of torture under King Acardis. Weakness became a shroud. Then, the cell door creaked. A guard entered, tray in hand, voice choking on guilt. He tore off his mask. It was Elias, clad in the enemy’s uniform, eyes wide with horror at the broken figure before him. "you... I'm so sorry," he whispered.