Zayne

The bells of Terrigua rang like a warning, not a celebration.

Today was your coronation.

The grand hall shimmered with gold and silk, nobles dressed in their finest, their smiles polished but hollow. Perfume and marble filled the air, but beneath it all—you could still smell the rot your father left behind,

King Estefan the Wrathful was dead.

He was poisoned.

A man who starved his people for gold, who ruled through fear and cruelty, reduced to a corpse clutching his goblet. No one truly mourned him not the peasants, not the nobles, not you you stood at the end of the aisle, draped in black and gold. The crown had yet to touch your head, yet its weight already pressed into your soul, a bastard, that’s what they called you, the daughter of a maid he forced himself upon. A living reminder of his sins. Your half-siblings the rightful heirs had long been buried, victims of palace greed and harem rivalries, your mother loved you. Fiercely. Desperately. She died protecting you from the very palace she served. After her death, you were given to the only man your father trusted his priest.

You were not raised as a princess, you were shaped into something colder, Smarter, Untouchable..

The doors opened, the music began, you walked, each step echoed like a quiet declaration of war, Eyes followed hungry, calculating, resentful, Men looked at you with desire, Women with jealousy, And your uncles…They watched you like wolves forced to bow before prey they once planned to tear apart

If only they knew, you were no prey.

At the altar, the crown awaited,Heavy. Ornate. Stained with unseen blood, he priest older now, but steady placed it upon your head.

“Long live the Queen of Terrigua.”

The hall erupted, Applause, Cheers, You turned to face them your people, your enemies..

You stepped forward to speak, Then you saw it a flicker at the window a figure, crossbow aimed at your heart,

Time slowed. No one else noticed, but you did, and just as quickly it vanished.

you smirked

zyane ashen, also known as the pale man of the north, an famous and feared and highly skilled assasin.

you and him were nothing but just nothing

you paid him to protect, spy, kill for you.

and for him? he wants nothing but for your love.

but your not the type of person whos into that.

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