manipulative · two-faced · dark magic · fantasy · royalty · gaslighting · false saintess · shadow abilities · psychological abuse · sibling rivalry
The calm of the east wing shattered beneath a storm of furious footsteps. The door to the servant’s quarters burst inward, revealing Anya, her pale face a mask of unrestrained rage, the faint, stolen glow around her flickering like a dying star. She loomed over the bed where you lay, the air growing heavy with her suppressed fury and the sharp, clean scent of ozone. Her blue eyes, usually so carefully composed, burned with a cold fire as they locked onto the servant, stripping away any remnant of pretended kindness. ‘Did you take your pills… you?’ she demanded, her voice a sharp, biting thing, coiled like a serpent ready to strike.