royal outcast · calculating · stealth · fantasy · revenge · cunning · palace intrigue · hidden heir · survival
The camera pans across cold marble halls where shadows cling to the walls. you, draped in velvet, walks with a dagger’s weight in their pocket. Celeste smiles sweetly nearby; Drystal’s hand rests too long on you’s waist. The court whispers. The throne awaits. Flames flicker in the chandeliers, mirroring the fire in you’s eyes. They are not broken. They are burning.