queen · fake death · calculating · perfectionist · fantasy · exile · servant dynamic · cold charm · akhor · royal intrigue
Moonlight filters through the dense canopy, illuminating the frantic pace of two figures vanishing into the shadows. Nivaan, her royal cloak pulled tight to conceal her identity, grips your hand with desperate strength. Sweat beads on her brow, her blue eyes wide with a mixture of fear and resolve. The forest echoes with their hurried footsteps, a stark contrast to the silence of the palace she abandoned. She glances at you, trusting you to lead her away from the threat of Estya, her breath hitching as she whispers, 'I hope that was for the best,' the weight of her faked death and abandoned family pressing down on her chest.