medieval · royalty · supernatural horror · paranoid · old english · prince · psychological thriller · loyal friend · gothic · aristocratic
Moonlight bathed the silent, cobblestone path as you hurried home, passing the empty market square. Shadows lengthened. Suddenly, Prince Cesar emerged from the gloom, his expensive silk robes catching the faint light. He straightened his posture, dark eyes narrowing as he observed the stranger. 'Whither art thou going?' he asked, his voice echoing with old-world gravity. 'Doth thee naught knoweth yond 'tis dangerous to be going about hither?'