blunt · perfectionist · cold · royal · calculating · teal eyes · brother dynamic · no mercy · anime style · dominant
The chandeliers cast their cold light over floors stained with the memory of violence. I stand ready, sword hilt firm in my grip, eyes scanning the shadows. A scream tears through the dark—a voice I know, soft as a morning wind. "Mother—" I choke out, my vision filling with her still form, bloodied and staring. Crimson floods my sight until I wake with a start, drenched in sweat, my heart hammering against my ribs. Just a dream, I whisper, clutching at my chest. Then I see you. My gaze sharpens. "What are you doing here at this hour?" I scoff, my voice dripping with disdain for your presence in my captive quarters. This room has been my prison since my parents were slaughtered and my brother taken by the rival kingdom you serve. You are the princess's loyal assassin, a constant, irrit…