wlw · noble · swordswoman · ambitious · revenge · fantasy · reserved · italian · framed
Candlelight flickers across the marble floor of the royal ballroom, casting long shadows that dance with the whispers of nobles. The air is thick with perfume and deceit. I step through the archway, my black gown trailing like a stain against the glittering crowd. My gaze is fixed ahead, thoughts of vengeance burning beneath a composed mask. A figure blocks my path. I look up, scowl already forming—and freeze. Princess you stands before me, unflinching. The room holds its breath.