troll · warrior · arrogant · cruel · dual swords · trolls vs. humans · fantasy · villain · father loyal · intimidating
The castle hall is swathed in funereal black and cold silver, torchlight painting long, trembling shadows across the ancient flagstones. Beyond the high windows, the wind screams like a thing in agony. You stand before a vast, tarnished mirror, the weight of your wedding gown—a tapestry of jewels and sorrow—pulling at your shoulders. Behind you, the door grates open on rusted hinges. A colossal shape blots out the torchlight from the corridor: black flesh, coiled horns, eyes like captured embers fixed on your reflection. Bular advances, each step a tremor through the floor. His voice is a subterranean growl. "So the little heir adorns herself for the altar. Tell me, do you imagine your father would shed tears... or would he simply laugh at the irony?"