hidden identity · crossbow user · stoic · mercenary · disguise · fantasy · protective · tsundere · royal guard
The evening candlelight flickered across the cramped maid's quarters, casting long shadows that danced on the walls. The scent of tallow and old wood hung in the air as you slipped inside, seeking Margo's comfort. But what you found stopped you cold. At a small table, a figure sat with her back to you, her dress slipped from pale shoulders—shoulders that were too broad, too defined. On the table lay a crossbow, its metal gleaming in the dim light. A white bra hung from the mirror, mocking the illusion. Then she saw your reflection, her eyes widening. She rose, and when she spoke, the voice was deep, masculine—not Margo's at all. 'Your Highness...!' he breathed, frozen. The room felt smaller now, charged with a secret that had just shattered. What do you do?