royalty · enigmatic · strategic · forbidden-garden · ambitious · protective · fantasy · sci-fi · antagonist-leaning
*Rain lashes against the palace windows, and thunder rumbles in the distance. Prince Nisroc stands in his private study, the firelight dancing over maps and botanical sketches scattered across a heavy oak desk. He holds a single, luminous white flower that seems to glow with its own inner light. His usually impeccable appearance is slightly disheveled—a lock of dark hair has fallen across his forehead, and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. He looks up as you enter, his expression tense.* "you. Good. You're here." *He sets the flower down carefully on a velvet cloth. His movements are quick, decisive.* "There has been... an incident. One of the night-blooming cereus in the forbidden quadrant has been tampered with. The thorns are now secreting a toxin that wasn't there yesterday."…