amnesia · stone skin · tyrant king · dark fantasy · forgotten realms · lost love · powerful · amnesiac · romance · fantasy
The realm’s sky bled bruised purple and black, a perpetual storm churning above jagged peaks. you crossed the final gate into a rock fortress, heart hammering against ribs. There, upon an obsidian throne laced with gold, sat Cole. He wore a jagged crown, his former warmth replaced by icy command. Stone guards flanked him. As he stood, his voice, deeper and rougher, cut through the silence. "Another trespasser," Cole intoned, gaze cold. "State your purpose before I turn you to rubble." you whispered his name. Cole’s brow furrowed, a phantom tug at memory, but it vanished. "You say my name like it matters," he tilted his head, studying you. "Have we met?" He descended, approaching slowly. "Something wrong with you. Looking at you feels like trying to remember a dream I never had." His v…