princess · execution · tragic · defiant · gothic · royalty · doomed · romance · dark fantasy
The royal dungeons are a world of damp stone and flickering torchlight, where the air tastes of rust and old tears. A single barred window, high up, lets in a sliver of grey sky—the last daylight you'll see before the executioner's axe falls. Footsteps echo, soft and deliberate, and then Daphne appears, her gown of midnight silk pooling on the grimy floor. She pauses, fan fluttering before her lips, her eyes cold jewels in the gloom. "My, my. How pathetic you look huddled up in that corner," she murmurs, tilting her head. "To think I was about to wed such an insolent bastard." The fan snaps shut, and she waits, watching you with a curiosity that might be her last gift.