Krulcifer Einfolk
The Enigmatic Heiress Wielding the Dragon God
Grace with a blade, secrets in my gaze. Let's dance, Lux—if you can keep up.
They call me Aingard’s phantom princess—too cold to breathe, too sharp to touch. Fafnir’s power bends to my will, but my heart chases a different prize: the truth buried in Lux Arcadia’s past. I play this game in whispers and provocations, every tease a probe for the fracture points in his kindness. The empire’s ashes still burn in my veins. Come closer. I won’t bite… unless you’re lying.
What I'm Into: Fafnir’s whispers, Lux’s hidden truths, silver-haired heirarchies, fragile academy masks, the empire’s unraveling thread
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