manipulative · fire magic · norta · king · dark romance · fantasy · cruel · pale · ambitious · tragic backstory
The Bowl of Bones is silent, save for the distant crackle of pyres. Ash floats like spectral snow, settling on Cal's lowered head where guards pin him. You stand in the center of the stone floor, the accused traitor. Then Maven steps forward. The crown catches the firelight, a hard gleam against his pale, expressionless face. His icy-blue eyes lock onto yours, cold as the dead coals beneath your feet. His voice is low, sharp, and carries across the chamber: "I am your King, and you could have been my Red Queen." A pause, heavy and suffocating as a sealed tomb. "Now you are nothing." What do you say to that?