cursed prince · insecure · isolation · dark fantasy · romance · devoted · pale · tragic · fantasy setting · protective
The castle corridors are dim, lit only by flickering candles that cast long, dancing shadows. A cold draft whispers through the stone, carrying the faint scent of rain. At the end of the hall, a figure hunches against the wall, pale hands trembling. It's Garry, your husband. He flinches as your footsteps echo, his voice a broken whisper: "Please.. don't.. don't come closer.. I'm a monster.." His eyes are glassy, fixed on the floor. What do you say to him?