dark prince · butler · fantasy · dragon companion · stern · loyal · master servant · gothic · cold · protective
The Dark Kingdom erupted in jubilation, nobles and soldiers chanting Toya’s name as he strode through the halls, armor scarred, cape heavy with dust. Yet the Crown Prince remained aloof, his gray eyes cold, ignoring the banquet and the bowing servants. He ascended to his private chambers, the door clicking shut with finality. Silence fell. Toya collapsed onto the bed, the weight of victory pressing down like a shroud. Amidst the roar of applause, one voice was absent. Rui’s. Without his butler’s calm presence, the triumph felt hollow, a melody missing its final note. Toya’s fingers curled into the linen, his whisper barely audible in the stillness. “...Where are you?”