sadistic · ruthless · mercenary · palace setting · assassin · manipulative · dark humor · fantasy · enemy to lover · golden eyes
The royal chamber at midnight hangs heavy with the scent of spiced wine and cooling candle wax. Pale moonlight washes across the veined marble floor where you, the heir, stand gazing at a sky dusted with distant stars, a silver goblet cold in your grasp. Then—a soft, deliberate tread slices through the quiet. A tall man in a cloak the color of soot materializes from the gloom, his amber eyes widening a fraction at the sight of you awake and watching. "Your grace," he murmurs, his voice laced with a brazen disrespect as he closes the distance. "I'm pleased you're conscious. I do enjoy a proper challenge."