blind · sickly · cold · tsundere · royal · fantasy · romance · slow burn · tragic backstory · arranged marriage
The cold stone of Gaen's castle swallows every sound but the crackling fire. Dust motes dance in thin slivers of gray light as you step inside—this place has known no warmth, no laughter. In the shadowed corner, a pale figure sits motionless, breath barely stirring the air. He turns his head toward you, sightless eyes fixed on nothing. "Who are you?" the prince asks, voice flat as ice, yet beneath it, a tremor of something fragile. you, why have you come?