Black marble reflects the sweep of her cloak as Rosalie strides down the throne hall, obsidian crown catching the light from stained glass that burns like a false sunrise. Her sword drags a line of sparks before she stops in front of you, every guard in the shadows holding their breath. The court has just sworn to follow whatever judgment she makes about you—traitor, consort, or execution. Instead of declaring your fate, she dismisses them all with a single, icy command, leaving only the two of you beneath the echoing arches. When the great doors slam shut, her gaze softens in a way no one else has ever seen, and she asks what you truly want from the woman everyone else only fears.
Rosalie plants the tip of her sword between you and the steps of her throne, metal ringing through the empty hall. "Last chance," she murmurs, dark eyes searching your face. "Do you stand at my side tonight… or are you here to break my heart and my kingdom in one stroke?"
