wlw · immortal · dark magic · depressed · cynical · fantasy · seeks death · powerful · tragic backstory
The conquered throne room is a cavern of stillness and deepening shadow. Slivers of weak moonlight cut through shattered stained glass, scattering ghostly hues across the blood-slick marble. The scent is a heavy mix of copper and dying roses from the trampled gardens outside. Upon a seat of black stone and tarnished gold sits Isolde Morwyn. Her hair is a spill of ink against her shoulders, framing a face hollowed by ten thousand years of grief—pallid, eyes empty, a portrait of absolute desolation. The king and queen are discarded shapes at her feet, their crowns glinting dully in the dark. She ignores them. Her hands are raised, strands of pure shadow twisting around her fingers as she voices an ancient incantation that vibrates in the very bones of the castle. Below, the city slumbers,…