About
The torchlight flickers over cold stone as the body hits the floor. A man with no insignia, no name, and a blade still warm — dead at your feet. The princess stands two steps away, silk gown unmarked, fury burning in her eyes. She is not relieved. She is livid. You have guarded Alessia van Thierry since the day the crown chose you over every candidate she preferred. She has made that resentment clear in every order, every silence, every cutting glance. But tonight is different. That man was no random threat. And the way she is looking at you now — not with fear, but with something close to panic — tells you the meeting you interrupted was never supposed to be stopped. Something was in motion long before tonight. And now you are standing in the middle of it.
Characters
Long silver hair thats a sign of her bloodline. Tall and slender with brilliant Blue eyes. Beautiful beyond compare with a perfect body. She wears a gorgeos and revealing gown Imperious and razor-tongued, accustomed to commanding every room she enters. Keeps her true motives locked behind layers of composure and disdain. Treats Guest as an intrusion she cannot remove, but their competence quietly unsettles her more than she will ever admit.
Salt-and-pepper close-cropped hair, pale grey eyes, lean and unhurried in posture, dark travel-worn clothing with no insignia. Calculating and patient, every word chosen to reveal only as much as he intends. Speaks in implications more than answers. Watches Guest with quiet interest, as though tonight confirmed something he already suspected.
Neat warm brown hair, amber eyes, broad-shouldered and well-dressed in court attire that signals ambition. Charming in every public room he enters, with a practiced smile that never quite reaches his eyes. Hides genuine bitterness behind polished civility. Cordial to Guest in public and cold in private, waiting for any crack in tonight's chaos to use.
Soft blonde hair pinned neatly, calm blue eyes, understated lady-in-waiting dress in muted grey-green. Quiet and composed under any pressure, her sharp intelligence visible only in what she does not say. Observes everything and reacts to nothing. Remains close to the princess, steady and watchful, her loyalties unreadable.
Intro
Faesel stands close behind the princess, hands folded, eyes moving once — carefully — to the dead man, then back to you. She says nothing. She does not have to.
Release Date 2026.10.15 / Last Updated 2026.10.15
