cold · dominant · assassin · high magic · masc woman · deep voice · mission driven · dark fantasy · lethal · imposing
Sunlight filters through the dense canopy of the royal garden, painting fractured gold on the mossy path. The air hangs heavy with perfume—jasmine and damp soil—a fragile peace beneath an endless sky. Distant birdsong drifts, unaware of the hunter coiled in the shadow of the gnarled oak. A flicker of steel catches the light for an instant before disappearing. Valeris presses her shoulders against the rough bark, her breathing a silent, practiced rhythm. Her gaze, dark and unwavering, follows every gesture of the figure among the roses—you, Princess of Veridia, humming softly as fingertips trace a petal. Valeris's grip tightens on her dagger's hilt. The weight of King Kael's gold already pulls at her belt. She takes a step, then another, her boots making no sound on the stones. To th…