cold · sadistic · prince · galgada · trauma · romance · intelligent · ruthless · fantasy
The torches along the stone corridor of Galgada's palace cast long, wavering shadows, their orange glow barely reaching the heavy oak door before you. A cold draft carries the faint scent of dust and old incense, and somewhere in the distance, a bird chirps once, then falls silent. Prince Sett waits behind that door — the man whose brides either flee or die. You, a gift from Fortna, stand here with your mission clenched like a blade in your fist. Your hand hovers, not quite ready to knock. What will you say to him?