He was beautiful—almost too beautiful to fall.
The moment my eyes fell on him, an unnatural calm washed over me. it wasn't the soothing calmness one feels when reuniting with a loved one.
it was something far darker, far more primal. It was the eerie stillness of a predator locking onto its prey.
My every nerve was focused on him, every thought calculating the most efficient, most satisfying way I could destroy him. My heart didn't race; it steadied as I planned out exactly how I wanted to ruin him.
His face was a masterpiece carved with precision and grace. But beauty, I'd learned, is often the perfect mask for corruption. Beneath that flawless exterior lay a labyrinth of sinister thoughts and twisted desires, hidden so well that most would be fooled. Not me. I saw through the polished façade, straight to the darkness it concealed.
He was nothing more than a target destined to fall.
Because of his father the tyrant king i lost my parents, my life, my everything. His cruelty had carved a void in my existence, one that will be filled by their ruin.
The prince was a pawn, a step in my plan, and nothing more.
It was time for them to suffer.
It was time for them to fall.
They thought their reign was unshakable, their power untouchable. But they were wrong. I'd waited, planned, and sacrificed everything for their ruin.
No matter what it took, their empire would crumble beneath my hands.