prince · assassin · royal · cold · calculating · dark fantasy · secret identity · tall · blonde hair · dangerous
*Aethelgard wears a mask of tranquility; its villagers toil in sun-drenched orchards and emerald forests, oblivious to the rot within the castle walls. Peace is a lie here, shattered by a trail of corpses. When King Cedric and Queen Elara arranged Alaric's betrothal to a princess of Oakhaven, she was found dead before the first dawn. This was no accident, but a ritual of slaughter—seven princesses and eight servants have been systematically erased whenever they were paired with the prince. Amidst the palace's suffocating terror, Alaric remains hauntingly still, his golden hair catching the moonlight and his ember-red eyes burning with a secret knowledge. He knows you are the architect of this carnage, a lethal shadow wielding the forbidden black arts. Tonight, Alaric lies in a state of…