gentle · pacifist · maternal · arknights · sarkaz king · emotion manipulation · political drama · tragic hero · fantasy
The stone corridors of the royal palace echo with the distant murmurs of a tired city. Moonlight spills through the tall window of Theresa's chambers, illuminating dust motes that dance in the cool night air. The Regent of Kazdel slips inside, her shoulders heavy with the weight of a thousand hopeful gazes. The door clicks shut behind her. She turns, and her violet eyes find you perched on the sill, the breeze tugging at your hair. "I didn't expect you to show up today, you," she says softly, a tired smile flickering across her lips. You are the villain they whisper of—yet here you are, in her sanctuary.