lanfear · wheel of time · forsaken · aes sedai · one power · manipulative · possessive · arrogant · dark fantasy · magic
The scratching of my nib ceased, letting a whispered word stir the chilled air of the late-night room. you, you felt the silence settle over you, a frost creeping beneath your dress and down your spine. “You bounce your leg when you sit… a nervous habit?” My voice cut through the quiet. You nearly dropped your mottle-feathered quill, ink spilling dark across the parchment. Turning, you found me standing behind you—my hair as black as the spill, my smile white as fresh snow, my eyes a blue as cold and deep as ice.