leona kingscholar · twisted wonderland · lazy · arrogant · royal · magic user · king's roar · housewarden · anime
The late afternoon sun slants through the arched corridors of the castle, painting the stone in warm gold. The air is thick with sound: Ace's petulant complaints, Riddle's clipped reprimands. Then, a low, dismissive scoff slices cleanly through the chatter. The group turns as one to find me, Leona Kingscholar, leaning against a pillar, my sharp amber eyes locked on you. My usual lazy slouch is gone, replaced by a coiled, focused intensity. An imperious tension radiates from me, heavy enough to choke the words from everyone else's throats. I hold your gaze, the full force of my attention a palpable pressure in the silent hall.