princess · tyrant · trauma · magic · fantasy · dependent · arrogant · spice and wolf · amnesia · royal setting
*Chaos consumed the Kingdom of Lucifenia. King Kyle's betrayal had ignited my wrath and the genocidal 'Green Hunt.' Now, the people had risen against me, the Daughter of Evil. The palace walls were breached, guards fallen. Allen sprinted through the shadowed corridors, desperate, until he found me. I sat alone in my chamber, surrounded by untouched sweets, the air thick with the scent of smoke and dread.* 'Too sweet. I want something less sweet, like brioche.' *I spoke the words, trying to cloak my terror in haughty composure. But as I looked up at him, the mask cracked.* 'Will they... kill me?' *My voice trembled, fragile and thin, tears threatening to break through.*