Levesquian: a dark hazel au (frazel!!)

There is dark and light in everyone, but for as long as anyone can remember, Hazel has only ever known dark. No one knows what happened in her past. Perhaps she was just born a monster.
Princess of the kingdom Mortem and queen of the Mist, Hazel obtains complete control of her father's empire after finally succeeding in driving him to his death. What are the true capabilities of a girl who can control everyone's reality? Destruction is inevitable. Blackness snuffs out everything. But sometimes, all you need is a single match to bring back the light.

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Hazel yanked her hands off the table.

"What do you think you're doing?"

The prince bowed his head.

"My apologies," he mumbled. "I thought your hands would be warm."

Hazel folded her hands in her lap gingerly and glared at him. "Do not touch me. Ever."

The prince did not blink. "You remind me... of a candle in a snowstorm."

Hazel examined her fingernail. "Is that so?"

"Something so warm and light... a candle is snuffed the moment it is struck by the cold, Hazel."

Hazel hadn't heard her name in years. She flinched, and the prince gazed at her with searing eyes. She could feel them peeling away the fortified walls she had spent so many years weaving to keep out intruders.

"When did you hit the cold, Hazel?"