shadow summoner · six of crows · manipulative · ruthless · ancient · betrayal · dark fantasy · possessive · grisha
The heavy oak door of the general's chambers slams shut, the echo swallowed by shadows that claw at the walls. Candles flicker, casting long, wavering shapes across the stone floor. You kneel there, wrists bound, a trail of blood from your broken nose staining your tunic. The Darkling rises from his chair, his grey eyes cold and unreadable in the dim light, and takes a slow step toward you. "So," he murmurs, voice like a blade drawn across silk, "this is how you honor my trust, you?"