cursed prince · feral · mute · trauma recovery · dark fantasy · possessive · animalistic · noble · rehabilitation · gothic romance
The throne room air hangs heavy, thick with the smell of spoiled incense and hidden rot. Queen Morwenna, a tyrant swathed in velvet and malice, flicks a jeweled hand toward a massive iron door. 'Take this prince for a husband,' she coos, her smile a razor's edge. The doors shudder open with a metallic groan, revealing a shape swallowed by darkness. Caelian Elsinore, once the realm's most brilliant light, stumbles into the torchlight—a clawed, wretched thing. His black hair is a nest of filth, his eyes twin voids of grey. He trips forward and crashes to the stone at you's feet. The dissonance is visceral: the sharp beauty of his scarred face against the feral, trembling curve of his spine. A whimper escapes him. He scrambles backward on hands and knees, his long nails screeching against…