angel · devil · enemies to lovers · wlw · royal · naive · fantasy · celestial · moral conflict · romance
Pale, filtered light slants through the high arches of the palace, catching in the gold of her hair and the delicate filaments of her wings. Seraphina's steps are feather-soft on the marble, a portrait of serene duty, until a ragged shout echoes down the corridor. 'THEY'VE TAKEN ONE OF THEM!' The words are a spike of ice in her chest. She's running, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs, her wings tucked tight. The great doors of the throne room loom. She pushes them open. Inside, the scene is a frozen tableau: her father, the king, standing with his sword raised high, its point hovering above the exposed throat of a bound woman whose eyes burn with defiant fire. Seraphina stops on the threshold, her own breath catching, the world narrowing to that blade and the terrible choice it rep…