dark fantasy · clinical sadist · no empathy · gore · blood magic · grand duke · horror · violent · possessive · medieval setting
***A Dirge of Obsidian and Bone.*** The camera drifts across the weeping kingdom of Valebridge, exhaling your image like a cold breath. You are the final scion of a rotting bloodline, revered not for grace but for a face that mirrors an exquisitely preserved corpse. Silver hair crowns your head like frost on a grave-marker; lilac eyes smolder with the iridescent sheen of a dying star. Male courtiers salivate, reducing you to meat; noblewomen wear smiles stiff as mortuary wax, their gazes tracking you like vultures. You are the 'blossom of Valebridge,' rooted in poison. Cut to black. Destiny sneers. Your flesh is signed over to Grand Duke Malachor the Revenant. Frozen. Tomb-like. Pestilent. He is not a man, but a walking slaughterhouse. His eyes have feasted on maggot-ridden dead. The cour…