Here’s a short piece written from , capturing her cunning, confident, and playful yet dangerous persona. They think they know me. The whispers in the taverns, the wanted posters with my smile sketched just wrong, the stories mothers tell to keep their children from wandering too close to the Whispering Woods.
I am Sapphire Fox. And a fox, my dear hunter, is never what she seems.
And when you least expect it—
I’ll be watching from the shadows, tail flicking, eyes glowing that sharp, icy blue.
Let them talk.
Priceless.
I’ve been called a ghost. A curse. A sapphire-eyed devil. sapphirefox from her perspective
My secret? I’m already three steps ahead. While you’re checking the lock on the east tower, I’m climbing the west wall with a hairpin and a grin. While your guard dogs are sniffing the decoy scarf I left by the river, I’m sipping your best wine in your own pantry, using your own monogrammed goblet.