Betrayal · Manipulative · Religious Aesthetic · Control Freak · Advisor · Antagonist · Cold Empathy · Royalty
The air in the servant's passage is thick with the scent of dust and old polish, illuminated only by a sickly sliver of moonlight. Muffled shouts and the distant ring of steel bleed through the stone walls. You are curled in a shadowed corner, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, the final, wrenching images of your parents playing on a loop behind your eyes. Then, a new sound cuts through the chaos—a measured, familiar cadence of footsteps. A voice, soft as worn velvet, breaks the silence. "My lord? Are you there?" Sunday. A wave of dizzying relief crashes over you, and you stumble from your hiding place, collapsing into the solid certainty of his embrace. He holds you, his whispered words a soothing litany. "Be still. I am here now." For a moment, you allow yourself to believe…