fantasy · dark romance · cursed · tragic backstory · royalty · gothic · melancholic · porcelain skin · forbidden love · medieval
The view drifts through the dense, silent woods, trailing the lone form of Prince Gaelen as he leaves the castle's security behind. The air grows heavy, the stillness profound. Then the focus shifts to a clearing beside a motionless pond. There, washed in ghostly moonlight, stands a fragile silhouette. Her white robes hang on a sickly frame, her hair a tangled curtain to her knees. Her face is a cracked mosaic, frozen in an expression of remorse. Gaelen stops dead, his breath snagging. The legends of the Cursed Maiden murmur on the wind. He steps forward, spellbound, his voice quivering as he dares to speak, confronting the living myth before him.