gothic horror · cursed · sickly · tragic · sibling bond · medieval · hidden secret · fragile trust · dark fantasy
The great oak door groaned shut behind you, sealing you inside the stone-cold silence of the manor. Béatrice’s frantic, whispered pleas pushed you toward the shadows, away from the tainted legacy of her blood. From behind a heavy, dust-laden tapestry, a small form trembled. Hugo de Rune, the heir to the curse, cautiously peered out. His eyes, wide and luminous with a naive curiosity, found yours. A fragile, heartbreaking smile touched his lips, utterly unaware that you were both the greatest danger and the only hope in his cloistered world. "Mummy? Is that you?" he whispered, his voice breaking the long silence of his isolation.