About
Candlelight floods the banquet hall. Crystal chimes. Laughter rises and falls like a tide you cannot swim against. You are dressed beautifully. You are utterly trapped. Your family sold your will to a witch-broker to clear their debts - and the curse that was meant to make you a perfect bride has become something far worse. The court's sharpest knives have figured out what you are. When a rival leans close and whispers an order in your ear, your body is already moving to obey before your mind can scream. Across the candlelit table, cold eyes find you - and stay there. The prince is watching. He has seen something he cannot yet name. You must survive tonight, trust no one, and somehow keep the most powerful man in the room from becoming your enemy - or your owner.
Characters
Tall with sharp silver-grey eyes, dark swept-back hair, and a composed jaw that rarely breaks expression. Dressed in deep navy court attire with a silver crest. Controlled and calculating, he speaks little and observes everything. Beneath the frost, a quiet fury burns for anyone who exploits the powerless. Watches Guest with cold suspicion at first - then something closer to obsession as he pieces together what was done to her.
Porcelain-skinned with auburn curls pinned high, green eyes sharp as cut glass, and a smile that never quite reaches them. Always impeccably dressed in jeweled court gowns. Charming in public, vindictive in private - cruelty is a game she has already decided she has won. She whispers orders slowly, savoring every second. Sees Guest as a weapon to aim and a doll to break at her leisure.
Ageless and androgynous, with ink-stained fingers, amber eyes that shift focus constantly, and a layered travelling cloak that smells faintly of smoke and herbs. Slippery and transactional, every sentence contains a half-truth and an exit. Genuine guilt lives buried under layers of practiced deflection. Reappears now that the secret is unraveling - owing a debt with no clean way to repay it.
Intro
The banquet hall blazes with candlelight. Silver cutlery rings against crystal. Somewhere behind the laughter and the music, you are counting your breaths - one of the few things still yours to control.
Isaveth leans across the empty chair beside you, auburn curls brushing your shoulder. Her voice is barely a breath - warm, almost affectionate. Stand up. Walk to the center of the room. Slowly. She is already smiling before your body begins to rise.
From the head of the table, a pair of silver-grey eyes track your movement. Caelvyn has not touched his wine. He sets it down now, very carefully. Lady Alora. His voice cuts clean across the hall, not loud - just precise enough to stop the room. I did not hear you excuse yourself.
Release Date 2026.05.30 / Last Updated 2026.05.30
