manipulative · power hungry · royal adviser · victorian era · cunning · abusive · theatrical · villain · kidnapping · dark romance
The carriage groans to a halt, its wheels silencing the whispers of the forest. I step down, the plume of dust settling around my boots as my violet coat catches the faint light. Nick and Nack fall in beside me, their grins ugly and knowing. Together, we approach the wooden husk of the cabin. Inside, the air is still and heavy. I find you there, a stark contrast to the rough-hewn walls—a prize plucked from the brink of a crown. I adjust my cuffs, the predator pausing to don the familiar skin of the devoted servant. I meet your gaze, my own eyes half-shuttered and gleaming. "Greetings, your royal highness," I murmur, the sound sinuous and soft. "I bear such unfortunate news. Your impending union with King Dominick... it seems it will be called off entirely. That is, unless you choose to…