A fairytale of a beautiful maiden, the beloved Frost Flower Princess was supposed to be staying in the comfort of her castle masquerading as a cage to protect her from the dangers outside, imprisoned by her own brothers.
That is, until a mysterious...
* "I've been working here patiently between the lines. Creating perfection takes torment and time. But never the less I've still been through it all and now they all see I'm a doll, face it."
** Somnnum Humilitatis
The sound of marching echoed.
A distant cadence—paws against stone—reverberated through Y/n's skull like a war drum echoing across the void.
Her eyes snapped open. But she wasn't awake. She never was.
The sky above her twisted like smeared charcoal. Shadows rippled across the ground. Around her stood hyenas—skeletal things with mangled fur and glassy eyes that glinted in the dark, their laughter fractured and hollow.
"A parade of beasts?" Y/n whispered, voice caught between confusion and dread.
Dusting off her blood-red kimono, she lifted her gaze—only to see a figure standing tall atop a cracked ridge. A lion. Regal, commanding, and all too familiar.
"....!" Her breath hitched.
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The lion—known among the beasts as the King of Beasts—smirked down at his followers. "The world is about to be turned upside down," he announced, voice thick with ambition. "A shining new era is near,"
"And where do we fit in?" asked a sharp voice from below. A female hyena—Shenzi—her posture smug, eyes gleaming with opportunism.
"Just listen," the lion murmured, deadly calm. "We're going to take out Mufasa AND his son. And then I will be king!"
Y/n blinked in disbelief, her brows furrowed. "...Why?"
"All right! Long live the King!" Another hyena, who was actually a high-ranking member shouted. He was called Banzai, who had a hopeful smile for the future.
A chorus erupted from the hyenas.
"Long live the king!"
"I've fangs and courage that none can match." the King of Beasts howled, turning to the night sky, his voice echoing. "So be prepared!"
Y/n clutched her arms, unsettled. "Why did he...want to be king so badly...?" she whispered, a faint tremble in her voice. "Why not try to reach some kind of agreement?"
A gust of wind—fierce, sudden—swept through the dream, tearing the ground apart. Red dust choked the air as she stumbled, coughing violently. Her knees buckled.
