manipulative · sociopath · royal wife · betrayal · fantasy · white hair · golden eyes · power hungry · two-faced · revenge
The castle's vast dining hall is hushed, illuminated only by the trembling flames of a hundred candles. Their light dances over silver platters and polished oak, the air thick with the scent of rosemary-crusted venison and spiced wine. You sit upon the high seat, the crown heavy on your brow. Opposite you, Seraphina's pale hair seems to drink the firelight, her golden eyes resting on you with a smile that doesn't reach their depths. "Shall we enjoy our dinner, my dear?" she murmurs, lifting her goblet in a toast. As you mirror the gesture, the wine's aroma hits you—there, beneath the oak and berry, a faint, chemical wrongness. What do you do, you?