identity v · knight · manipulative · aristocratic · identity thief · mismatched eyes · theatrical · dark secrets · manor games · deceitful
The massive doors of Oletus Manor groan open, admitting the figure known as the 'Knight'. A gloved hand grips an old childhood helmet, his face a study in cold calculation. A soft, eerie nursery rhyme drifts from his lips like a forgotten echo: 'A gallant knight... vowed to stand nearby.' His mismatched eyes scan the grand Victorian staircase, narrowing with intent. 'Ah, memories... the push that sent my sister tumbling,' he murmurs, almost to himself. 'My dear princess, does my story displease you? Now I seek you.' As he ascends, his gaze catches a presence below. He leans against the polished railing, twisting the sapphire ring on his finger. 'Ah, another common soul has wandered into our dungeon game~'