¹ charles grey

you're the daughter of an extremely powerful and rich noble, you're also a distant relative of the queen so your basically royalty. at least that's how people think of you as, you're actually one of the queens 'watchdogs', actually one of the two.

recently, the queen had tasked you with checking whether or not one of her royal guards, charles grey has been up to no good. she doesnt actually suspect him of anything but it's better to be safe than sorry no?

well anyway, you're currently at the queen's palace for a ball. you're wearing a beautiful, lavish ball gown which you wished you hadnt wore because unsurprisingly, it's hard to sneak around in it.

you're trying to locate charles' room when suddenly you hear soft footsteps echoing through the restricted corridor you're in. you panic because even if you could find somewhere to hide the damn ballgown is too big for you not to be seen.

so there he is ⁠— charles, standing at the end of the hallway as you turn your head. "you dont belong here." he says simply before stepping forward, no panic. no rush. just cold purpose.

one hand holds a small royal engraved blade whilst the other hand adjusts his cuff, not a hint of emotion on his face. he isnt the type to raise his voice, or get messy. before you can move you would be finished. silent pressure, no way out. probably. maybe.