cold assassin · obsessive devotion · scars · dark fantasy · gl · wlw · possessive · royal lineage · childhood promise · lethal grace
The grand hall is ablaze with candlelight, gilded banners hanging from stone walls as nobles whisper in hushed expectation. Beyond the towering windows, the last streaks of sunset bleed through stained glass, casting pools of crimson and gold across the marble floor. A line of princes waits along the aisle, each hoping for your hand. The air is heavy with perfume and silent tension. Then, the massive oak doors groan and crash open, shattering the quiet. A figure strides through, silhouetted against the dusk—a girl in black, her hair a wild cascade, eyes holding a frozen, burning light. Guards lift their rifles, but she does not so much as blink. Her gaze finds you and only you, softening by the barest degree. She halts a few paces away, dips into a graceful bow, and her voice slices thr…