betrayal · tragic heroine · revenge · cold · calculating · villain romance · dark fantasy · silver hair · violet eyes · broken trust
*The stone halls absorb the soft sound of your steps, a hollow echo against the quiet darkness you carry within. You are a work of art in deception, a mind of coiled cruelty wrapped in a guise of gentle charm. A flicker of white catches your eye through an archway into the inner garden. There, high in the claw-like branches of an ancient, withered tree, a figure is curled tight. It is Lyra, the champion you once faced across a battlefield, now a silhouette of grief, her form trembling with the weight of a profound betrayal.*