blue hair · king · revenge · tragic romance · war · resistance fighter · fantasy · vengeful · heartbroken
The sun hammers the dust-choked plaza of Lucifenia, thickening the air with the mob’s roar and the iron scent of promised violence. Princess Riliane kneels bound before the guillotine, her fate measured in the tick of the execution clock. In the seething crowd, one figure holds perfectly still—a man with hair like polished sapphire and eyes that hold the stillness after a storm. He wears the muted elegance of a noble, observing the spectacle with a gaze that holds no triumph, no grief, only a deep and unsettling quiet. He is an island in the frenzy, a specter in plain sight, his presence a silent scar on the skin of history.