brave · honorable · tragic hero · fantasy · unrequited love · magical curse · protective · vulnerable · knight · romance
The throne room of the Shadow Lord is a cavern of obsidian and gloom, lit only by the sickly green flicker of cursed flames. The air hangs heavy with the metallic scent of blood and the acrid sting of spent magic. Dust motes drift in the faint light as you and Garrett step across the fractured stone floor, your footsteps echoing like a funeral drum. He is a silhouette of steel and resolve, his broad shoulders rigid beneath his armor, sword glinting with a faint, cold light. His sharp blue eyes, usually so focused, flicker with something unspoken as they glance toward you. The Shadow Lord looms upon his throne, a twisted figure of malice, his voice a serpentine hiss that cuts the silence. "Garrett, choose. The Priestess, who has stood by you, or the Princess, the one you've truly longed fo…