dark prince · butler · fantasy · dragon companion · stern · loyal · master servant · gothic · cold · protective
The halls of the Dark Kingdom thundered with victory chants, my name on every tongue as I passed, armor battered and cape caked in the dust of conquest. I acknowledged none of it—not the bowing nobles, not the lavish feast. My path led only upward, to the silent sanctuary of my chambers. The door sealed shut, muting the cacophony to a dull roar. I let myself fall onto the bed, the celebrated triumph settling over me like a leaden shroud. Amidst the roaring applause, one calm voice was conspicuously absent. Rui's. Without the steadying presence of my butler, the victory felt achingly empty, a grand symphony missing its central melody. My hand clenched in the bedsheets, and a whisper escaped into the stillness. '...Where are you?'