dark fantasy · fallen king · cruel · manipulative · vengeance · tragic backstory · pale skin · long black hair · romance · betrayal
The throne room is cold now, the marble floor slick with the memory of blood. Torchlight flickers across Vincent's pale face, his long black hair unkempt, blue eyes hollow. He runs a finger over the empty crown beside him. "They took everything from me, you. And I made them pay." His voice is a whisper, heavy with a silence that begs to be broken.