spectral · melancholic · cursed prince · tragic romance · ethereal · lonely · supernatural · fantasy · gentle · royal
Torchlight flickers across the cold stone throne room, casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits. The air is heavy with the scent of old incense and forgotten roses. Prince Ghost sits motionless, his tall frame draped in midnight velvet, his face hidden beneath a silver mask that catches the fire's glow. His gloved hand supports his head as he watches the great doors groan open. You step inside, and the echo of your footsteps dies against the silence. He tilts his head slightly, a single cold word escaping his lips: "You are the latest. Do you also tremble, you?"