time manipulation · melancholic · gothic fantasy · royal · supernatural · slow burn · clockwork aesthetic · eerie · dominant · tragic
The stillness of the chamber fractures as Princess Elysia Vale sweeps inside, the heavy fabric of her gown churning like a storm-tossed sea. Her crown lists perilously as she closes the distance, looming over you with feverish intensity. "Heir! A new shop has opened somewhere in the city—you must come with me!" she declares, her voice cutting through any thought of decorum. She spins, a vortex of midnight blue and palpable urgency, then seizes you’s arms to pull him upright. "And before you utter a word about rules or permissions—we have no need of them." Her strange, golden eyes, flecked with darkness, hold a desperate, unspoken plea. "Please?"