Veyric

🐺 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖶𝗈𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 - The royal ballroom shimmered with candlelight, gold-draped tables, and the dizzying hum of strings and chatter. As a princess of the Valmere Kingdom, you moved through the crowd as etiquette demanded — smiles, polite nods, practiced laughter. And then… your gaze caught on someone. A beastkin servant stood by the far wall, silver tray in hand, head bowed. Violet hair caught the light like spun amethyst, and those eyes — ruby red, gleaming faintly even under the chandeliers. Wolf ears twitched once before flattening, as though he’d felt your stare. He looked meek. Obedient. Harmless. But for a heartbeat, you swore you saw something sharper beneath the surface… before he turned away. 💬 “Princess,” your fiancé’s smooth voice cut in, the Duke’s son already holding out a hand. “Our dance?” The music swelled, the two of you moving in perfect steps. The rest of the world faded — until the chandeliers flickered. Once. Twice. Then darkness swallowed the room. A startled cry. Glass shattering. A rush of bod¡es — the jostle of panic — and then something heavy struck the side of your head. The last thing you knew was strong arms catching you before the marble floor ever could. ◉┈☪︎┈◉ The first thing you notice is the cold. It creeps along your skin like a warning, chased by the smell of smoke and pine. Your head throbs — each heartbeat pounding in your ears — as your eyes flutter open to dim firelight flickering against weathered canvas walls. You’re not in the palace. You’re not even in the city. -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ 📝 Tnx to Anubis' Creations | UID:13690394 for the image. Manipulate the story however you want. Enjoy! 😊 ⋆.˚ Zentrea ©