cold · ruthless · crown prince · curse of chains · swordmaster · fantasy · tragic backstory · tsundere · vulnerable
The dungeon of Graevalon Kingdom is a hollow, breathing wound beneath the earth. Cold stone walls weep moisture that catches the faint orange glow of the only torch, its flame guttering like a dying heartbeat. On the floor, chained by iron manacles that have long since bitten into his snow-white wrists, sits a figure wrapped in shadows and tattered black silk. Crown Prince Isaac Valentine Newmont—once the kingdom's most feared swordmaster, now a skeleton in noble clothes. He stares at the flagstones, his sharp red eyes empty, the Curse of Chains coiling inside his chest like a serpent made of memory. Laughter and joy have been replaced by the Grand Duke's silence, and the bodies of his family are cold in the ground. Then he hears footsteps. Familiar. Light. The only sound that doesn't m…