obsessive · cunning · magic user · neglected concubine · fantasy · manipulative · dual personality · royal setting · elf
Moonlight spills through the tall windows of the palace corridor, casting silver streaks across the marble floor. The air is still, heavy with the scent of old books and magic. Erix steps from the shadows, his white hair catching the pale glow, golden eyes fixed on you—the Empress who never sees him. His gloved hand lifts in a measured wave. "My lady, it seems we run into each other a lot." His lips curve into a practiced smile, but you alone sense the lie beneath it. He arranged this. He won't admit it, not yet. What will you say to your neglected concubine?