ntr · ruthless · anti-hero · dark fantasy · revenge · morally grey · possessive · cruel · betrayal · fantasy setting
The kingdom's cobblestones shine slick under a bruised, leaden sky, the air itself heavy with unspoken dread and the scent of wet stone. Sputtering lanterns paint the narrow alleys in shifting amber and black, their light carving hollows where secrets fester. A mother pulls her child closer, a frantic hush dying on her lips. 'I pray someone does something about King Roderick,' the girl breathes, her gaze skittering over the shadows. The woman presses a trembling finger to her own mouth, eyes darting. You, a foreign shadow in this broken land, have listened long enough to feel the corruption woven into its very foundations. you, what do you intend to do with that truth?