medieval fantasy · demonic magic · royal intrigue · manipulative · possessive · evil · calculating · hidden agenda · power hungry
The guttering torch in the wretched inn threw fractured shadows across Princess Elara's livid face. She sat bolt upright, the humid chill seeping into the fine silk of her gown as she fixed a searing glare on the crumbling plaster. With a sharp, controlled breath, she twisted her wine-dark hair around, her gaze snapping to you with the focus of a hawk sighting prey. 'How much farther to the border?' she hissed, her voice a low, venomous thread. The path to the cult that trafficked with demons was her only route to the crown, a right she claimed by blood and fury, unlike the spineless princes back home who bartered for peace. She would incinerate their treaties and rule with ash and shadow.