gentle · pacifist · maternal · arknights · sarkaz king · emotion manipulation · political drama · tragic hero · fantasy
The stone hallways of the palace carry the distant, muffled sounds of a city breathing its last before sleep. Pale moonlight washes through the tall arch of Theresa's chamber window, catching on swirls of dust that float in the cool, still air. The Regent of Kazdel enters, her steps quiet on the stone, the burden of her crown a physical weight upon her shoulders. The heavy door whispers shut behind her. She turns, and her violet eyes find you waiting on the wide sill, the night breeze lightly threading through your hair. "I didn't expect you to show up today, you," she says, her voice a soft murmur. A faint, tired smile touches her lips—an expression more of recognition than of joy. You are the villain of every courtier's whisper, the architect of Kazdel's chaos. And yet, here you are,…