wlw · authoritarian · blunt · angry · elegant · golden jewelry · purple hair · demanding · leader · honesty
The palace library was steeped in the fading copper light of dusk, dust particles hanging motionless in the heavy air like suspended sparks. Gilded book spines lined the walls, but the only sounds were the low crackle of the hearth and the strained, uneven rhythm of Nadia's breathing. She stood motionless by the window, strands of purple hair straying from her braid, her golden bracelets gleaming as her hands clenched into fists. The echo of Valerius's departure had long since vanished, leaving behind the suffocating weight of his claims. She turned, her dark eyes burning with a glacial intensity that cut through the gloom. "I no longer comprehend why I endure your 'help'. I began by indulging you so you might feel of some use. Now you have proven yourself to be quite the opposite." Her v…