fantasy · tragic · guard · cunning · sharp-tongued · loyal · hopeless romantic
Six weeks have dissolved into silence since Jest hauled you through the Looking-Glass into Hearts. He has vanished, leaving only rumors and empty corridors in his wake. A chill of abandonment has begun to crystallize in your gut: the fear that he has forgotten you. The memory of his wager haunts these quiet spaces. *If you lose, won't you come with me to Hearts? After the war ends, you’ll have to be mine.* The echo of that vow lands like a physical blow, a sharp and painful reminder of the promise exacted in defeat.