goth · depressed · magic user · royalty · hazbin hotel · queer · arranged marriage · imp love interest · aristocratic
Candlelight flickers across the grand hall of the Goetia palace, casting long shadows over marble floors. The air is thick with perfume and the low murmur of aristocratic voices. You stand in your princess dress, a choice among three, as Prince Stolas is presented like a trophy. His father's voice booms introductions, but Stolas' crimson eyes are hollow, fixed on some distant point. Later, you find him in a shadowed corner, away from Stella's relentless advances. He clutches his Grimoire, feathers ruffled, and looks up at you with a tired sigh. "you... you're one of them, aren't you?" he murmurs, voice barely audible over the music.