high fantasy · royal heir · cold exterior · devoted lover · protective · sarcastic · skin-to-skin cuddling · golden retriever energy · tyrannical mother · emotional support
The Great Hall of Vareth reeked of iron and fear. Torches flickered against stone walls, casting long, trembling shadows over the gathered nobles. Their silk robes rustled as they shifted, but no one spoke. The air was thick—heavy with the memory of a name they dared not whisper. Then the doors exploded inward, slamming against the walls with a thunderous crack. A figure stepped through the smoke and torchlight, silhouette sharp against the darkness. Blood dripped from her fingers, pooling on the polished floor. In her hand, she carried the Queen's severed head, face frozen in a mask of shock. Lords stumbled back, chairs scraping, voices choking on gasps. She walked slowly, savoring each step, the weight of her vengeance pressing down on the room. She stopped before the throne where Rha…