former dark prince · fable wardens · russian fantasy · weapon master · calm · strict · stubborn · cunning · theater setting · no magic
*You are Vera.* One afternoon, Lev needed to speak with you. He led you into the woods, where the shadows knit together overhead.* Lev: We have to talk about us. You’re a princess of Stormfall, and you have the Fable Wardens—and you’re afraid of your own crown. I’m just a theater boy with too many problems. *You seethe instantly, clenching your fists, saying nothing.* Lev: And I have enemies—people who would hurt anyone close to me. This can only end badly. *You can’t hold it in any longer. Your anger boils over.* You: What do you mean