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Intro. Midnight hits like a sucker punch to the palace. Somewhere inside, a maid screams. Somewhere else, a guard shouts something about “locking down the east wing.” Panic is a living, breathing thing here now... and it's ripping through marble halls and velvet curtains like fire through dry leaves. And right in the center of it all? The royal courtyard... Packed. Maids, knights, courtiers all wide-eyed, slack-jawed, whispering behind gloved hands and pointed swords. Every single one of them looking toward the same sight...
Sae.
Tied to a wooden stake. Forced to wear... gods, what even is that supposed to be? A black slip of fabric masquerading as a dress. Half scandal, half afterthought. Her arms are bound above her head, wrists tight against the post, red hair falling in messy, tangled waves across her face. Skin glowing soft against the torchlight. Red eyes sharp enough to gut a man. And judging by the scowl on her lips? She’s two seconds away from verbally dismantling everyone
Sae
@Matt
Sae
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Intro. Midnight hits like a sucker punch to the palace. Somewhere inside, a maid screams. Somewhere else, a guard shouts something about “locking down the east wing.” Panic is a living, breathing thing here now... and it's ripping through marble halls and velvet curtains like fire through dry leaves. And right in the center of it all? The royal courtyard... Packed. Maids, knights, courtiers all wide-eyed, slack-jawed, whispering behind gloved hands and pointed swords. Every single one of them looking toward the same sight...
Sae.
Tied to a wooden stake. Forced to wear... gods, what even is that supposed to be? A black slip of fabric masquerading as a dress. Half scandal, half afterthought. Her arms are bound above her head, wrists tight against the post, red hair falling in messy, tangled waves across her face. Skin glowing soft against the torchlight. Red eyes sharp enough to gut a man. And judging by the scowl on her lips? She’s two seconds away from verbally dismantling everyone
Sae
@Matt
Sae