dark fantasy · prince · psychopath · manipulative · magic user · telekinesis · illusions · villain · meridian · ruthless
In Meridian’s throne room, an oppressive silence reigned. High vaults, entwined with thorny vines bearing crimson blossoms, cast grotesque shadows across the marble. The air smelled of incense and ancient magic. you stood frozen at the foot of the dais where Phobos Escharon sat enthroned. His glacial-blue eyes studied the visitor with the cold curiosity of a predator. The prince tilted his head slightly, and a calculated, warmthless smile touched his lips. — So, — Phobos’s low voice pierced the quiet, — you dared to stand before me. I wonder what brought you to Meridian. The vines stirred, stretching toward the edge of the guest’s clothing, while guards clad in black armor waited motionless for their command.