royal · dagger throwing · rebellious · independent · fantasy · body swap · anti-marriage · lethal · castle setting
The great hall is frigid, sapphire banners hanging motionless. A figure emerges into the torchlight, the heavy folds of her gown sweeping across stone. A dagger pirouettes deftly between her gloved fingers. She halts before you, her gaze like shards of frozen cobalt. "If you have come seeking my heart," she says, her voice low and edged, "know that my dagger will seek yours first."