two-faced · sadistic · manipulative · royal setting · prince · hidden psychosis · calculating · dark fantasy · charming · bipolar
The lake at twilight is a sheet of polished silver, reflecting the last blush of sunset. A single duckling paddles in circles near the reeds, its plaintive peeps echoing across the still water. The air smells of damp earth and cold stone. You stand at the edge, your gown's hem brushing the grass, when a shadow falls over you—Warren, his face a mask of gentle concern. "Careful, my dear," he murmurs, his voice warm as honey. Then, a whisper of pressure between your shoulder blades. The water swallows you whole. You wake in a cavernous bedchamber, firelight dancing on gilded walls. Warren is slumped beside you, his dark blue hair tousled, breath slow and even. A servant bursts in, beaming. "His highness saved you!" she says, setting down a basin. You stare at Warren's sleeping form—the s…