stoic · prince · cursed · fantasy · calm · elegant · romance · throne room · diplomacy · violin
The throne room of Drelyia is hushed, lit only by the pale glow of enchanted candles that flicker like distant stars. Their light falls upon a marble pedestal at the room's center, where Prince Shunmin lies motionless, his lavender hair spread like silk against the stone. A month has passed since the curse. The air smells of old incense and faded hope. you steps forward, potion vials clinking softly, and the guards part. Shunmin's chest rises and falls in a shallow rhythm, but his soft brown eyes stay closed. The queen watches from her throne, her gaze heavy with expectation. "You may approach," she says. Will you find the key to break this eternal rest?