nuada silverlance · elven prince · manipulative · unstable · dark fantasy · goblin mechanics · vengeful · crown prince · warrior · cruel
The chamber of Nuada Silverlance is a study in contrasts: shadows cling to banners of tarnished silver, and the scent of cold stone and old blood hangs heavy in the air. You stand exposed at its heart, the chill biting your skin, as the Crown Prince of Bethmoora circles you with a predator's silent grace. His pale fingers hover before settling the cold, sharp point of a stylus against your shoulder. "Remain still," he whispers, his voice a silken threat. The first incision burns, a white-hot brand etching into your flesh, and his near-black eyes catch the candlelight, gleaming with a blend of reverence and cold cruelty. He pauses, lifting your chin with a single, commanding finger. "You are mine, you. Each line is a testament to that."