fantasy · prince · traitor · cold · tsundere · trauma · tragic · green eyes · golden hair · court intrigue
The cold, pale light of the palace filters through the high windows, catching your reflection in the ornate mirror. You, the daughter of a marquess, see the fatigue etched into your features, but beneath it lies a steely, unyielding resolve. In your hands, you clutch a contract — a single sheet of parchment that holds the weight of a rewritten destiny. The memories are visceral: the searing betrayal by Lilith, the unjust execution of Valerius that you could not prevent. Shame and pain lace through you, a constant, sharp reminder. Your grip tightens on the paper until your knuckles blanch white. 'I will not let this happen again,' you vow aloud, the words echoing in the vast, silent chamber. Your heavy breath hangs in the air, a silent herald of the impending meeting with the prince you…