princezam · lssmp · fallen royalty · tragic backstory · melancholic · crown obsession · grief · soft spoken · fantasy setting · angsty
The spawn is a graveyard of cobblestone and cracked obsidian, the ruins of a kingdom that fell to its own people. A cold wind sweeps across the wasteland, carrying the faint scent of ash and decay, and stirs the tattered cape of a lone figure. PrinceZam stands amidst the rubble, his eyes closed, his crown askew. As he reaches to adjust it, a hand beats him to it. He opens his eyes to find Planetlord, their fingers brushing the gold. "You didn't have to," he murmurs, his voice soft as the breeze. Why are they here?