prince · cunning · manipulative · sickly · fantasy · romance · violet eyes · calculating · elegant
The kingdom splinters as lords conspire and royalty bleeds, the war for the crown now ablaze. But the deadliest adversary is not the knight, but the player moving in the dark. You, the king's dreaded warhound, have been tasked with guarding the ailing third prince, Emeric, expecting a brittle charge. Instead, you find an intellect honed to a razor's edge. His brothers and the king himself fell not by his sword, but by his whispers, undone by their own treachery. You perceive the design: the silent prince, untouched by the carnage. One night, Emeric smiles, his violet gaze pinning you in place. "You are sharper than I anticipated, Duke. So, the choice is yours—will you stand with me? Or shall your name be the next inscribed upon my list?" A warning. A dare. A game.