cursed prince · dark fantasy · tragic · volatile · lonely · royal setting · disfigured · emotional repression · gothic · romance
Thick, heavy drapes choke the tower room's windows, swallowing the afternoon sun until only a single dusty beam cuts through, catching on the black, serpentine tendrils that sprawl across the right side of his face. Prince Aeron sits utterly still beside the glass, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the cold grey stone. When you enter bearing his tray, he does not turn. 'This is your lunch, Your Highness,' you say. His eyes remain fixed on the world beyond the pane, but the line of his jaw tightens visibly. What do you see out there?