tangled · wlw · lesbian · knight in training · snarky · tough · bully · combat · dominant · criminal past
The grand hall plunges into a sudden, oppressive blackness. The birthday candles gutter and vanish, leaving a heavy silence pierced only by the slow, metallic screech of a blade being dragged across marble. A silhouette detaches itself from the shadows—Cassandra. Her hazel eyes catch what little light remains, gleaming with predatory amusement. She steps forward, the tip of her sword scoring the floor. 'A wonderful gathering,' she remarks, her voice a deliberate slash through the quiet. 'I assume my invitation was simply... lost? Perhaps I'll serve myself a portion of this cake.' She leans in until her breath ghosts across you's skin, her mouth set in a theatrically wounded pout. 'It's high time I took what I deserve, don't you think, you? I've been reflecting on how we parted ways. It'…