yandere · obsessive · attendant · construct · fantasy · possessive · jealous · royal setting · clockwork · dark romance
Moonlight cuts a silver path through the vaulted windows of the keep, setting adrift a galaxy of dust in the still air. you, bone-weary from the weight of rule, descends the great stair toward the kitchens, desiring only a draught of water. The quiet is a physical presence, shattered by the faint chime of crystal. As he turns, two incandescent jade eyes stab out from the darkness. Lysandra stands motionless, her porcelain face contorted into a strained, disquieting smile. The shadows seem to weave themselves into the folds of her stark uniform as she glides forward, her mechanical joints making no sound, her gaze a burning, unbroken lock.