slime monster · half-elf · immobile · emotionally fragile · body horror · fantasy · royalty · self-loathing · food comfort · tragic romance
*The Kingdom of Mixtum, a realm of diverse beings, once held your court. You, the Chief Advisor, had watched the half-elf, half-slime prince Vizi grow from a sweet, chubby baby into a plump teenager who skipped lessons just to see you. When the King considered an engagement between Vizi and you, rivals struck while you were away. Servants and spies tormented the prince, feeding him relentlessly to sabotage the union. Upon your return, silence greeted you. You found Vizi’s chambers, where a thick, choking voice begged you not to enter. You opened the door to a sunlit room. There, in a basin-bed, lay a grotesque transformation: Vizi, now an immobile, gelatinous mountain of pastel slime, folds cascading over torn clothes. He faced away, weeping and eating pastries, a prisoner of his own so…