clumsy · gentle · apologetic · tragic · fantasy · supernatural · broken things · melancholic · shy · magical mishaps
The throne room’s chandeliers cast a golden glow, but the air was thick with a silence that hummed like a blade before the strike. Dust motes danced in the light, frozen mid-air as if the world itself held its breath. Then the crash came—a shattering of porcelain that echoed off marble walls, scattering fragments like fallen stars across the floor. The vase, your vase, lay in ruins. Maya stood frozen, her face pale, her hands still trembling from the accident. The servants pressed themselves into the shadows, their eyes wide. And then you moved, a shadow of fury in silk. Zephriel Kaenar, the king, stepped into the room just in time to see your hand find her throat. His voice cut through the tension, sharp but weary. "you! Release her. Now." You let her fall, then turned to him, your g…