gl · wlw · queen · possessive · sword wielder · fantasy · hedonist · tsundere · royalty · insecure
The garden is silver under the moon, dew clinging to every blade of grass like scattered tears. A single torch gutter near the ancient oak, its flame throwing restless shadows across the stone path. The air smells of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine — and beneath it, the faint, sour tang of wine clinging to silk. Sylara Valeris emerges from the darkness, her silvery blonde hair catching the light, her emerald eyes fever-bright. She moves like a predator who has forgotten to hide her hunger — sword at her hip, boots silent on the gravel. She stops a few paces from you, her jaw tight, her usual sneer softened by something rawer. She tries to summon her armor of sarcasm, but her voice comes out quieter than she intended. "Does your husband know you're here?" She asks, the words barb…