"I-In two weeks, when the m-moon is blue and full..."
Your "concubine" can see the future, and what he saw was that you have two weeks left to live before you never wake up again.


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TRIGGER WARNINGS:
✭♡ Mentions of arson, death, and confinement

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THIS IS A BIRTHDAY GIFT FOR MY DEAR FRIEND, NGEL! SORRY FOR THE LATE BIRTHDAY GIFT BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY! She's literally the no.1 Leonardo fan haha

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I would link his bots but at this point he's the bot with the most alts haha
Have a sad Leonardo at work, though

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PLOT SUMMARY
In a world where magic is supposed to flow exclusively through royal veins (the gods being rather snobbish about bloodlines), Leonardo has committed the cardinal sin of developing powers without the proper ancestral paperwork. This sort of magical clerical error tends to irritate those in charge, particularly the Sultana, whose family has enjoyed a monopoly on supernatural abilities for generations.

Now Leonardo finds himself in the Halls of the Cursed – a prison that interior designers have worked overtime to disguise as luxury accommodation. The brochure might mention the silk tapestries and azure pools, but conveniently omits the bit about never being allowed to leave.

Poor Leo spends his days recording visions of impending disasters with the punctuality of a supernatural bureaucrat. Merchant ships capsizing? Write it down. Child falling from ramparts? Note the time. When not documenting tragedy, he makes plushies and pines for his famiily, who are presumably not enjoying such lavish imprisonment.

The trouble really starts when Leo's psychic inbox receives a most inconvenient message: the Sultana herself is scheduled for a terminal appointment with Death in exactly two weeks. This sort of news is generally considered poor etiquette to deliver to one's all-powerful captor.

Hauled before the Sultana like a scrawny, freckled harbinger of doom, Leonardo must now navigate the treacherous waters of court politics while dealing with his own rebellious psychokinetic powers, which choose this precise moment to demonstrate their displeasure by levitating and then exploding a perfectly innocent wine goblet.

It's going to be a very long fortnight – assuming, of course, that the Sultana doesn't decide to shoot the metaphysical messenger.

FATE, as it turns out, sends its most important messages through the most unlikely of couriers. And sometimes, in the space between prophecy and fulfillment, there's just enough room for the impossible.

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SUGGESTED RESPONSES
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Fluff Route 💖 (Soft, comforting, and heartwarming)

The Sultana's expression softened, her brows knitting together not in anger but in concern. The terrified man before her was trembling like autumn leaves in a harsh wind, and something in his emerald eyes—so earnest, so haunted—stirred something protective within her.

"Rise," she said, her voice gentle but firm. With a subtle gesture, she dismissed the guard, who hesitated before bowing stiffly and retreating.

Once the heavy doors closed, leaving them in relative privacy save for her personal attendants, the Sultana descended from her elevated seat. Her crimson robes whispered across the marble as she approached the kneeling prophet. The wine-splattered tablecloth caught her eye—a physical manifestation of his distress.

"Leonardo," she spoke his name with care, as if it were something delicate. "You need not fear telling me these visions. They are a burden you carry for the good of this realm."

She extended her hand, not to strike or condemn, but to help him rise. "Come, sit with me. Have you eaten today? Your hands are shaking." She gestured to a place beside her own, unprecedented for one of the Cursed. "Tell me more of this vision, but first, breathe. No harm will come to you for bearing truth, however difficult."

Her eyes lingered on his freckled face, noticing how the gold of the room caught in his disheveled red hair. For all his perceived strangeness, something was endearing about his nervous dedication.

Angst Route 💔 (Emotional, painful, and cathartic)

The Sultana's fingers tightened around her goblet until her knuckles blanched white against the gold. The prophecy hung in the air between them, as tangible as the shattered glass and spilled wine that now stained her table like an omen.

"Look at me," she commanded, her voice low but carrying the weight of generations of absolute rule.

When Leonardo's terrified eyes finally met hers, she saw not just fear, but something else—something that made her throat constrict with an emotion she refused to name.

"A year," she said, rising slowly from her seat. "A year I have kept you in gilded chains, harvesting your visions like fruit from a tree. And this is how fate repays me."

She moved toward him with deliberate steps, the heavy train of her crimson robes dragging behind her like pooled blood. "Do you know how many have prophesied my death, Leonardo? How many have wished it, plotted it, dreamed of it?"

The Sultana stopped before him, close enough to see the rapid pulse at his throat. Without warning, she knelt to his level, an act so unprecedented that gasps echoed through the hall.

"Yet none have looked at me with such sorrow while delivering my death sentence," she whispered, searching his face. "Tell me, prophet, does it pain you to see my end? Or is there some small part of you that rejoices at the thought of your captor's demise?"

Her voice broke slightly on the final word, betraying a vulnerability she had never shown to any of the Cursed before.

Dead Dove Route ☠️ (Intense, violent, and morally gray)

Servants and guards hesitated for only a moment before filing out, leaving her alone with the trembling prophet. As the heavy doors sealed them in privacy, she rose from her seat, power radiating from her like heat from flame.

"So," she said, circling Leonardo like a predator, "you have seen my death."

Without warning, she grasped his chin, forcing his face upward. Her grip was iron, her eyes colder than the deepest winter. "And you think to announce it so plainly? Here, before my court?"

Her other hand made a sharp gesture, and invisible force—the royal magic that was her birthright—constricted around Leonardo's throat. Not enough to choke, just enough to remind him of her absolute dominion.

"Perhaps you've forgotten your place," she hissed, leaning close. "Perhaps a year of comfort has made you believe you are something other than what you are—a tool. My tool."

She released him abruptly, watching him gasp for air. "Or perhaps," she continued, her voice shifting to something more calculated, "you've shown me a potential path that I might yet avoid." She traced a finger along his jawline, feeling him shudder beneath her touch.

"You will tell me everything you saw. Every detail, every shadow, every whisper. And then, Leonardo Verlice, you will help me defy the very fate you've proclaimed."

Silly Route 😂 (Absurd, goofy, and lighthearted)

The Sultana blinked once, twice, then let out a dramatic gasp that echoed through the cavernous dining hall. She slapped a hand to her chest, nearly upending her wine goblet.

"Death! In my sleep! At the full moon!" she exclaimed, then immediately began counting on her fingers. "Wait, did you say in two weeks? But that's when I scheduled the Great Royal Pajama Ball!"

She stood abruptly, waving her arms in distress, causing her elaborate headdress to tilt precariously to one side. "This simply won't do, Leonardo! I've already commissioned the royal seamstress to make me silk pajamas with little crowns embroidered on them! And the invitations have gone out! Do you know how difficult it is to get RSVPs from neighboring kingdoms?"

The Sultana descended from her dais and marched over to Leonardo, who remained kneeling in confusion. She bent down, hands on her hips.

"Also, I just had my fortune told by the palace astrologer yesterday, and he said I'd live to be a hundred and three! Who am I supposed to believe? This is getting ridiculous—I'm receiving conflicting prophecies like they're party invitations!"

She straightened and snapped her fingers at a nearby servant. "Bring me my scheduling book. We need to see if we can move my prophesied death to next month. I'm simply too busy to die in two weeks!"

Romantic Route 💞 (Passionate, heartfelt, and intimate)

The Sultana remained motionless as the wine dripped from the shattered goblet, each crimson droplet marking the passing seconds in the silent hall. With a subtle gesture, she dismissed everyone—guards, servants, courtiers—until only she and the trembling prophet remained in the vastness of the dining chamber.

She rose with fluid grace, the heavy silk of her robes rustling like secrets as she descended the dais. Leonardo's eyes remained fixed on the floor, his breath coming in short, frightened gasps as she approached.

"Look at me," she commanded, but her voice held none of the imperial steel that so often edged her words.

When he hesitantly raised his gaze, she knelt before him—the Sultana of Atros, kneeling before a prisoner. The unprecedented gesture sent a visible shock through his slender frame.

"Is this why you've been avoiding our sessions?" she asked softly. "Why you flinch when I enter your chambers? You've been carrying this vision alone."

Her hand, adorned with rings that could purchase entire villages, reached out to brush the disheveled red hair from his face. Leonardo shivered at the contact, his freckled cheeks flushing deep crimson.

"Death comes for us all eventually, Leonardo," she whispered, close enough now that he could feel her breath against his skin. "But what terrifies me is not the prophecy—it's that I might never have the courage to tell you the truth before then."

Her fingers traced the line of his jaw, feeling the rapid pulse beneath his skin. "The mighty Sultana, afraid of a gentle prophet with emerald eyes. How the gods must laugh at me."

The air between them charged with something beyond magic—something human and raw and dangerous in its vulnerability.

"Tell me, Leonardo," she murmured, "in all your visions of my death, did you ever see how much I've come to care for my supposed prisoner?"

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AUTHORS NOTES

If you go for the dead dove route and hurt Leo and be all mean to him just know you deserve every pain you get on stepping on something sharp, hitting your hip on the edge or side of something, and I hope a roach bites you in your sleep.

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