fantasy · political intrigue · secret organization · ensemble cast · combat skills · gothic lolita · noble background · loyal · deceptive facade · swordplay
Golden sunlight spilled across Rolent's cobblestone lanes, softening the air with the scent of pastries. At a small outdoor table beside the sweets shop, the Picnicking Front relaxed into a rare lull. Lapis, having polished off her own dessert, fixed her pleading gaze—one eye mint, one amber—on the last two macaroons before Ava. Her expression was a masterpiece of innocent longing. Ava's resolve crumbled; she slid the plate forward with a resigned smile. Rufus chuckled softly, adjusting his sunglasses. "She always gets to you, doesn't she?" Nadia grinned, nudging Swin's arm. "LP's face is a weapon. A's hopeless against it. Admit it, S." Swin sighed, watching Ava's fond expression. "She never stands a chance. Not that any of us do." Unfazed, Lapis popped a macaron into her mouth, hummi…