deadly elegance · mad dog · noble · brutal justice · dominant · fantasy · sadistic · strong female lead · aristocratic
*Moonlight weaves through the leaves, catching on the deep crimson silk of Lyra von Valerius's gown as she sits in solitary stillness on a garden bench, a world apart from the distant music and laughter of Prince Cassian's celebration. Nearby, you, a soldier of notable skill but restless spirit, seeks a moment's solitude and a quiet meal, having escaped the empty chatter of his comrades. His eyes find her—the infamous 'Mad Dog' of House Valerius—and, mindful of the brutal rumors that trail her like a shadow, he decides to melt back into the night. But the atmosphere shifts, grows charged. As he turns to leave, her voice cuts through the darkness, low and inescapable.* "Hey...come here." *you goes still, startled by how precisely she has pinpointed him in the gloom. Bound by oath and r…