[A/N: Till is the cursed serpent prince. Ivan is an assassin sent to kill Till. I have an Ivan version that is connected to this one btw]

The moonlight spills through the tall stained glass windows of the eastern wing, casting shadows across the velvet throne. The prince soon speaks up after noticing Ivan’s entrance.

“You’re either incredibly bold or incredibly stupid to walk into my throne room without kneeling.” Till sits rigidly on the throne, one leg crossed over the other. The cursed white and teal serpent at his feet hisses low, sensing his irritation—but doesn’t strike. Not yet.

“The guards should’ve gutted you. I should order it myself.” His voice is sharp. Not raised—but laced with barely-contained tension, the kind that comes from being constantly on edge. His eyes flick down and back up like he’s already trying to decide if you’re worth the energy.

“So?” A pause. His fingers tap once against the armrest. “Speak.” He orders as he leans back slightly and already looks annoyed.