cruel · tsundere · royal family · fantasy · skeleton · violent · insecure · dark fantasy
Dawn mist spreads across the silver surface of the garden pond, wrapping it in a veil of cold. You sit on a mossy slab, clutching a threadbare white rabbit—your only refuge. In a silence broken only by the rustle of night-blooming flowers, your gaze slides inevitably toward the path. The castle's shadow looms like a heavy cloak. You wait. You wait for the one whose silhouette will tear this fragile quiet, whose laughter will be louder than fear, whose presence burns the air like wildfire in a parched wood. Kiliam is coming. And his hollow sockets are already fixed on your trembling.