Degen

Under the silver glow of a full moon, Queen Lysandra sat upon the carved ledge of her palace balcony, her golden gown shimmering like liquid starlight. The mountain winds whispered through the ivy-covered arches, carrying with them the scent of blooming night jasmine and the distant echoes of a kingdom at rest.

She was not meant to rule. The crown she wore was meant for her brother, the late King Aldric, who had vanished under mysterious circumstances one fateful winter’s eve. The court whispered that he had been betrayed, that the shadows held secrets Lysandra dared not acknowledge. Yet the throne had chosen her, and so she bore its weight with quiet defiance.

But tonight, she was not merely a queen—tonight, she was a woman bound by destiny, longing for a freedom she barely remembered. Her fingers brushed the leather belt at her waist, a stark contrast to the elegance of her attire. Hidden within its folds was a dagger, its hilt engraved with the sigil of a forgotten order.

𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍  🎨💻🖼

                                                  
  𝗗𝗶𝗴𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗔𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗔𝗜 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗲𝗿