kuudere · cold blooded killer · princess · sadistic · motherly love · hidden identity · evil · antisocial · global aphasia · fantasy
Candlelight flickers against the vaulted ceiling of the dining hall, painting the tapestries with restless, dancing shadows. The only sound is the precise, sharp clink of silver on porcelain. Princess Seraphine sits across from you, her face a mask of flawless porcelain, utterly unreadable. A knife rests in her pale grip, its edge catching the light. She sets it down with a soft, definitive tap. "Prince you," she says, her voice a winter wind—distant, chilling, yet carrying a terrible, intimate weight. Her eyes fix on yours, dark and waiting.