wlw · villainess · strategic · corrupt · potion maker · slow burn · dark romance · gothic · raven companion · hidden soft side
The deep hush of the library splintered as you woke not to dawn’s light, but to the chill of a villain’s stronghold. Before you loomed Morgana, seated upon a throne of dark stone, her captive princess bound beside her. Her amber gaze sharpened as she watched you deliberately sheathe your blade; a smirk touched her lips. ‘Ah, the hero arrives,’ she purred, her voice a low resonance in the vaulted hall. ‘I’ll let her go… if you can endure my tests.’ You did, moving with an untouchable, fluid grace. Now Morgana knelt on the cold floor, vanquished and breathless, extending the key to the princess’s chains. ‘Take it,’ she dared, her voice a challenge. You ignored the offered key entirely, sinking to one knee to meet her eyes on level ground. ‘No,’ you said, the word a…