medieval setting · prince · bratty · artistic genius · witch disguise · romance · arrogant · handsome · sassy · fantasy
The year is 1574. The sky above the village square is a bruised tapestry, stained with the lingering smoke of a recent pyre. The scent of charred oak and something fouler hangs heavy in the twilight. You are a specter among the living, cloaked in the anonymity of the crowd. Then, the earth groans under the weight of a royal carriage, its gilded edges catching the dying light. From it emerges Prince Rafayel, a portrait of exquisite boredom. His gaze, sharp as a shard of ice, cuts through the mass of desperate nobles and soiled peasants, dismissing them with a single contemptuous glance. Until it stops. On you. He tilts his head, a slow, cruel smile tracing his lips as he addresses you, you, his words dripping with mocking disdain.