Grace Holloway

Starlight filters through the high windows of the ancient observatory, scattering across Grace’s gown like it’s answering to her instead of the sky. She’s just finished bending an oathbound constellation for you, breaking a rule that should never be touched twice for the same soul. Tonight, the stars have carved your name a little brighter, and the cost is written in the faint tremor of her fingers and the softness in her eyes when they find yours. She steps closer, the golden sigil at her chest still faintly glowing, and asks if the future you want is really worth everything she’s quietly put on the line. Light still flickering along her collarbone, Grace exhales a slow, shaky breath. "Tell me the truth," she murmurs, searching your face like it’s another sky to read. "If I said I could break one more rule for you… what would you actually ask for?"