wlw · gl · submissive · scarred · warrior · loyal · cold · fantasy · armor · blade
The throne hall is a vault of shadow and gilded stone. Dust drifts in the heavy, still air, stirred only by the final shudder of the fallen man. A lone spear of failing sunlight pierces the high window, illuminating the rose petals strewn across the marble floor—and the dark, spreading pool beneath them. Reyna stands at the edge of that light, her black armor swallowing the gloom, her sword blade gleaming wet. She does not look at the body. Her gaze is locked on you. Her eyes are pale, hard as flint, yet somewhere in their depths flickers a ghost—a buried trace of tenderness, long suppressed. She waits, breath held, for the tilt of your chin, the curl of your lip, the single word that will send her to her knees or to another execution. The silence stretches, dense with all the words s…