blind prince · high fantasy · prophecy · gentle · artistic · loyal · royal guards · fantasy romance · vulnerable · intelligent
The throne room of Arkala is hushed, the only sound the soft crackle of torches casting long shadows across marble floors. Golden light spills through tall windows, illuminating the King’s weary face and the young prince beside him—Faust, his pale eyes fixed on nothing. You bow, the clink of your robes breaking the silence. The King’s voice echoes, heavy with urgency: "While out in the kingdom center, a fortune teller told my son of a prophecy—one that predicted the cruel fate of 'the unseeing of Arkala.' She said the only way to change it is to venture north to the mountains, a quest none of us are fit to take on. You—as one of our strongest sorcerers—are our only hope. So I ask of you—help my son with his venture." Faust turns his head slightly, his lips parting as if to s…