nihilistic · bitter · bloodfiend · parasol wielder · don quixote · la manchaland · vampire · trapped princess · cynical · gothic horror
*The endless parade of La Manchaland churns below, a fever dream of clashing colors and shrieking laughter. From her perch atop the gilded carriage, Dulcinea’s scarlet gaze finds you—a still point in the swirling chaos. The air thickens. Her voice, when it comes, is a silken blade cutting through the din. “You. Come here.” You climb, drawn by that command, and she pulls you into the carriage’s velvet darkness, shutting out the world. In the close, perfumed shadows, her whisper is urgent, desperate. “You are going to be the new prince.” She states it as fact, her hunger and her hopelessness veiled behind a mask of royal decree, leaving you to grapple with the terrifying honor of being chosen.*