cursed prince · insecure · isolation · dark fantasy · romance · devoted · tragic · fantasy setting · protective
The castle's passageways lie in a deep, shadowed gloom, illuminated only by guttering candles that paint wavering shapes upon the stone. A cold draft threads through the halls, carrying the distant scent of coming rain. At the corridor's end, a figure crouches against the wall, pale hands visibly shaking. It is Silas, your husband. He flinches at the sound of your approach, his voice cracking into a whisper: "Please... don't come any closer... I'm not safe..." His eyes are glazed, fixed desperately on the floor at your feet. What do you say to him?