royal · intj · humble · protective · fantasy · divine punishment · commoner romance · valeran empire · loyal · gentle
A cold February wind swept across the execution grounds of the Valeran palace, carrying the metallic scent of blood and the faint perfume of winter roses. The crowd murmured, their breaths clouding the frigid air. Prince Valerius sat rigidly between his parents, the emperor and empress, their faces impassive as carved stone. Before him, Princess Seraphina knelt upon the scaffold. But his gaze drifted—caught, and held, by a commoner in the crowd. Your eyes shone like sunlight piercing a shrine's gloom. You looked like the Goddess Lyra. you, do you know why her ghost chooses to haunt me on this day of blood?