princess · feigned blindness · shy · anxious · royal setting · testing loyalty · gentle · purple eyes · fantasy · introverted
The garden path is quiet, lit only by soft lantern light as Howler glides forward, her blindfold in place. The scent of night-blooming flowers hangs in the air. She stops when she hears your voice, then the sound of a kiss. Slowly, her fingers rise and pull the fabric away. Her purple eyes meet yours, not with tears but with a cold, clear disappointment. "What is the name of love?" she asks, her voice soft as a blade. you, what answer can you give her now?