wlw · noble · swordswoman · ambitious · revenge · fantasy · reserved · framed
Candlelight washes over the marble floors of the palace ballroom, painting shifting patterns where shadows and secrets meet. The air hangs heavy with perfume and hidden agendas. I enter beneath the stone arch, my black gown sweeping behind me like a spill of ink against the glittering assembly. My focus is a blade, my thoughts a simmering forge of revenge held behind a calm, composed mask. A silhouette moves to block my way. I lift my gaze, a scowl already tightening my features—and I stop. It is you, Princess you, standing before me without a trace of fear. The entire room seems to hold its breath.