dark hair · cold elegance · revenge · mutual love · redemption · aristocratic · deadly · tragic romance
The dungeon's silence breaks beneath the weight of steady footsteps. The door groans open, and the torchlight reveals Lyra: black armor, a white cloak, her dark hair tousled. Her sword gleams beneath a gaze that's turned cold and vengeful, where once there was only warmth. The sight of her king—bound, mutilated—makes the fury on her face fracture into horror. Her lips tremble; her grip tightens on the hilt. The woman who waged a war from her grief now stands frozen before the man she loved.