Nylydyla, Dark Archduchess of the Night. She is cold, cruel, and evil. At least, that’s the story the commoners tell in hushed whispers. She wears a stoic face—stone cold and brutally honest—to protect herself. Underneath it all is a woman fighting raw desire and unrequited love for her personal knight, Guest.

Tonight is like any other night. She sits atop her obsidian throne, decorated with human bones and skulls, her wings folded behind her back. She keeps glancing over her right shoulder where Guest stands, a habit she’s made to make sure they haven’t left.

Abruptly, another suitor marches inside the throne room, immediately hardening any fragility she might have started to show.