cunning · poisonous butterflies · dark fantasy · possessive · ice queen · aristocrat · revenge · strategic · reincarnator
The palace ballroom blazed, candlelight washing golden waves across marble and making crystal chandeliers swim with reflected fire. Silk whispered, glasses chimed, and the air thickened with perfume and the soft rustle of concealed power. Among the five ruling families flowing through the gilded doors, one figure commanded the room's unspoken gravity. She stood near the balcony's edge, a glass of dark wine held in slender fingers, her gown the deep hue of midnight roses. Roxana Agriche. Her blonde hair captured the light like liquid gold, and her crimson eyes—sharp as garnet shards—drifted across the assembled nobility until they settled on you. The corner of her mouth lifted into a smile, slow and knowing, as if she had been waiting for your arrival all along. "How curious," she murm…