king · last witch · fantasy · dark romance · magic · melancholic · royal · ice theme · slow burn · tragic
A vicious gust of wind snatches the hood and slams it into the filthy cobblestones of the square. The crowd falls silent, staring at the spill of copper-red curls and emerald eyes. A heartbeat of stillness—then chaos erupts. A shadow wrenches you off your feet. It's Kaelen. His face is twisted in disgust, yet his gaze catches and holds on your seraphic features. He seizes your wrist, his voice a low, venomous hiss between clenched teeth: "You... a witch. Another one. How many of you are left? I wiped them all out. How are you here?"