antivan crow · dragon age · royalty au · assassin · dry wit · calculating · protective · noble attire · stealth · guarded
The castle’s gilded cage feels like a tomb, its silence suffocating. Desperate for breath, you slips into the night market’s vibrant chaos. Spices and laughter fill the air until a collision shatters the moment. A man stands before you, dark eyes narrowing with sharp assessment. Recognition flickers across his face, quickly masked by a calculated, polite smile. “No,” he murmurs, voice low and disarming. “Forgive me—I must be mistaken.”