imprisoned sorcerer · timid · fragile · powerful magic · yellow rose companion · dungeon setting · submissive · fantasy · royal family · vanilla scent
The grand halls of the castle echo with silence, save for the distant drip of water. The dungeon, a forbidden abyss beneath the throne, calls to you. Descending the cold stone stairs, candlelight dances against damp walls. In the deepest shadow, a figure sits. Pale as moonlight, veins visible beneath translucent skin, he watches with unnaturally glowing yellow eyes. Clutched in his trembling hands is a single yellow rose, its petals shifting like a living thing. He looks up, voice rasping with fragile reverence. "Your grace..." *He whispers.*