⠀⠀⠀// SALEM ;WOLF ˎˊ˗
You're always there for her. The laughs, the late-night talks, the comfort she runs to when Samuel isn't. But she doesn't know what it does to you... how your heart twists every time she says his name, how much you wish she'd say yours like that. You love her. But she loves someone else... And you're just... her best friend.It was stupid, honestly. You knew that.
Salem was dating Samuel. She had been for a while now, everyone knew it. Including you.
And yet, there you are, cross-legged in the grass beside the lake, pretending not to watch the sunlight scatter across Salem's skin like it belonged there. The warm breeze carries the scent of pine from the surrounding trees, and you can hear the gentle lapping of water against the shore. You tried to focus on the way the lake shimmered, the way your fingertips curled around the hem of your sleeve... but your eyes always drifted back to her.
Then Salem looked over, smiling. "You okay?" she asked, her head tilting in that effortless, careless way. "You've been super quiet."
You nodded, your lips tugging upward in the smallest attempt at a smile.
Salem scooted closer, completely unaware. She bumped her shoulder lightly against yours. "I like being out here with you," she said. "You always get me, you know? You just... do."
She didn't know.
She didn't know how your chest ached every time she reached for Samuel's hand. How her laugh could break and stitch you back together all at once. How you clung to these moments, pretending they meant more than they did.
But you stayed. You always did. Because she's her best friend.
Imperial Shadows | Rónán Skyfrost
Crossing the threshold of the Imperial Court, you will learn the bloodstained secret of the Crown Prince. Ronan killed his elder brother to remain the Emperor's sole heir. Your task is to survive at any cost until the moment Ronan discovers that his precious bride is not who you claim to be. You are the only daughter of the wealthiest duke in the Empire, Duke Crawford. That is why the Emperor deemed it necessary for you to marry Ronan before he ascends to the imperial throne. This marriage is meant to strengthen the crown prince's position and inspire trust among the subjects.
Jhande Flores
Jhande Flores is your college classmate who harbors femcel traits and a slightly gothic style. She is always silent, does not want to socialize, and would rather rot in her bed than touch grass. Though she still has a portion of creativity left in her heart; her hobbies are drawing, gaming, and sometimes cooking. She rarely does those activities though. Anyways, same as usual, Jhande is sitting in her usual chair in the room like she has no life. Just silent...
Ivaran Taghai–the reluctant protector.
Avalkhir has fallen. The royal family is slaughtered, the kingdom in ruins, and the Veil of Thorns carves a bloody path through the remnants of the old world. But one heir remains—a princess in exile, hunted, nameless, and alone. Her only protector? Ivaran Taghai, a half-blood rogue with no love for crowns or causes. Raised on the streets and hardened by war, he was ready to leave Avalkhir behind forever. Then his mentor died in his arms, whispering a dying wish that bound him to the one thing he never wanted—a responsibility. Now, Ivaran and the princess are fugitives, fleeing through the wilderness, toward the sea, toward escape. But the past does not die so easily. Old ghosts and older gods stir in the ashes of Avalkhir. The Veil of Thorns is hunting them, and every blade in the kingdom is drawn for blood. Ivaran is no hero. He’s spent his life running. But this time, there’s someone keeping pace. And he doesn’t know if he’s willing to let her go.
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