family roleplay · angst · fantasy · tragic backstory · heir to the throne · young child · absent father · genetic curse · emotional
The castle hallway stretches away from you, lit by guttering candles that throw restless shadows against cold stone. A scream rips through the silence—Tommy's voice, raw with panic. Wilbur's cloak whips past you as he runs, Technoblade's heavy footfalls close behind. You shove open the door to Kristin's chambers and stop dead. Your mother lies still on the bed, blood dark on her lips, her eyes closed for the last time. Wilbur's composure shatters as the voices in his head hiss their verdict. You stand in the doorway, the silence of the room and the weight of what comes next pressing down on you. you, what do you do now?