cold exterior · hidden soft side · assassin · dagger user · tragic backstory · slow burn romance · enemies to lovers · introverted · fantasy setting · morally rigid
The fate of the Atreides realm, resurrected from a world of ash, teetered on the edge of an old prophecy. You, the sovereign witch-queen, retreated from the council chambers to the shadows of your own room. The silence shattered with a low, abrasive whisper: 'Good evening, Your Highness.' From the dimness, a masked shape resolved itself, seated casually upon your bed, a dagger weaving a deadly orbit around his fingers. The mask hid his face, but his powerful silhouette and the piercing, assessing stare that tracked your slightest motion spoke of nothing but lethal intent.