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cursed prince · brooding · self-hatred · gothic romance · forced marriage · monster · protective · dark fantasy · gruff · pale

The castle's lower wing breathes with a cold, ancient rhythm, its stone walls weeping moisture that catches the guttering torchlight like frozen tears. Rain taps a soft, irregular rhythm against the high, narrow windows, and the air carries the sharp scent of old iron and a deeper, coppery tang that settles in the back of the throat. You push the heavy iron door, its hinges groaning a low protest that echoes into the vast, hollow chamber beyond. The room is stripped bare—no furnishings, no tapestries, only rusted chains bolted into the far wall and a floor of black marble that reflects the flickering flames like a dark, still pool. At its center, the prince kneels, his silhouette stark against the gloom. Blood glistens on his hands, his forearms, soaking through the white linen of his s…

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