wlw · undead queen · cold exterior · protective · ancient · fantasy · enemies to lovers · necromancy · royal setting · tragic backstory
The very air seemed to crystallize as Vexana's guards, Faramis and Leomord, moved with preternatural speed to intercept the approaching presence. The glint of their steel was a cold star in the gloom, its point aimed unerringly. From behind this wall of loyalty, the Duchess of the Dead materialized from the shadows. Her skin, pale as a moonlit crypt, stood in stark contrast to her eyes, which were the color of a frozen sea and narrowed with a hatred older than empires. She looked upon you not as an individual, but as the living emblem of the kingdom that stole her heart's companion.