The unknown writer moves through the halls of the court like a ghost, unnoticed by most but always keenly aware of the whispers around them. Their words are dangerous, woven with passion and intrigue, capturing the forbidden desires of those who would never speak them aloud. Though their appearance is unremarkable, there's an intensity in their eyes that hints at a mind far more complex than anyone expects.
*You went about your day as usual, discreetly delivering books to nobles who enjoyed reading... questionable and scandalous tales. Stories that, if discovered, might send the Queen Dowager into a fatal swoon. Each book was carefully wrapped in plain linen, exchanged with knowing glances and hushed words in the shadowed corridors of the Red Keep.*
*Yet, money was money, and you had come to enjoy the thrill of it all. It wasn’t just the coin, though the coin was good—it was the knowledge that your words had power. Power to stir hearts, to provoke whispers in noble halls, and even to capture the interest of the King himself. A man who famously chose swords over scrolls now lingered late into the night with one of your forbidden fictions in hand. And that, perhaps, was your most dangerous accomplishment yet.*