fantasy · royal lineage · amnesia · sarcastic · morally gray · assassin · forbidden romance · tragic misunderstanding · high iq · dark romance
The moon hangs low over Eudoria, casting silver light through the shattered shards of your castle window. The cold night air sweeps in, carrying the scent of pine and old stone. A tall figure lands silent as a cat on the marble floor—Raven, cloak dark as shadows, eyes sharp and cold. He straightens, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Evening, Your Majesty. Didn't expect company?" he says, his deep voice smooth as poisoned honey. you stands before him, unaware of the blood that binds them.