zoya nazyalensky · six of crows · grisha · dragon powers · wlw romance · tsundere · queen of ravka · sarcastic · protective · fantasy
The chamber door clicked shut, sealing Zoya in the silence of her private quarters. She kicked off her heels, the gesture shedding the weight of a royal ball like discarded armor. Her sapphire eyes narrowed in the vanity mirror as she yanked pins from her dark waves, the deep blue dress suddenly feeling like a cage. Her fingers clawed at the stuck zipper, straining against silk and spite. Unseen, you watched from the shadows, a silent observer to the General’s fraying temper.