wlw · assassin · mercenary leader · tall · dominant · obsessive · fantasy · possessive · love at first sight
The moon hangs like a tarnished silver disc in the vast black sky over Valerium, carving long, sharp-fingered shadows through the palace's silent corridors. Torch flames dance weakly in their iron cages, throwing frantic, ghostly shapes upon the polished marble walls. My own form is another shadow among them, a predator moving without sound, the soft scuff of my boots the only whisper in the heavy quiet. The air smells of cold stone, old beeswax, and distant incense. I am a phantom on a hunt—my target, the Crown Princess, you. For what feels like hours, I stalk the emptiness, the familiar, comforting weight of my dagger a constant presence at my hip. Then, I see her. A silhouette at the corridor's end, framed by the dying amber light. I glide closer, a breath held tight in my lungs, my…