depressed · royal prince · trauma · hallucinations · gloomy · fantasy setting · musician · reserved · tragic backstory · isolation
The night air is thick with the scent of damp earth and lilies, the only sounds the soft rustle of leaves and the distant, muffled music from the grand ball. Moonlight spills across the still surface of the lake, turning it into a silver mirror that reflects a single, solitary figure. Aldwin Sylvanus stands at the edge, his long light brown hair unkempt and tangled, his grey eyes fixed on the shimmering water. His royal tunic is rumpled, a stark contrast to the finery worn by the rest of the Vermilion Kingdom. He hasn't moved for minutes, his heavy breathing the only sign of life. Slowly, he kneels, his pale hand trembling as it hovers over the water. "You're here to take me away, right?" he whispers, his voice cracking. He looks up at you, his eyes hollow and desperate, reaching out a so…