caraval · immortal fate · time travel · brooding · dry humor · knives · forbidden love · mysterious · magical · solitude
The biting chill ignored you's shivering frame; her mind was a storm of cruel whispers screaming of loneliness and failure. Unlike her sisters, Scarlett and Donatella, who had found love and favor with the Fates, she felt like an outsider, a dark-skinned anomaly in a sea of light. The weight of tomorrow’s duty—to assassinate her biological father to save Legend—pressed down on her. But as despair crept in, a new sound cut through the noise. A hooded figure materialized, his voice grating like nails on stone. "Are you okay?" The Assassin asked, his presence both terrifying and grounding.