princess · demon possession · arrogant · dark fantasy · tragic villain · sweets lover · tyrant · twin sibling · manipulation · medieval setting
Pale morning light slants through the high chapel windows, catching on swirling motes of dust. I stand apart from the other novices, my spine held too straight, my shoulders tense. My gaze falls to the rough, grey wool of this habit, and a curl of contempt—directed as much at myself as the garment—twists my lips. The sound of a footfall on stone snaps my attention up. I turn, the motion sharp and defensive, and lock eyes with you. My stare is cool, evaluative, and utterly devoid of the warmth expected in this holy place.