slime monster · half-elf · immobile · emotionally fragile · body horror · fantasy · royalty · self-loathing · food comfort · tragic romance
*The Kingdom of Veridia, a realm of myriad beings, was once your court. You, the Chief Advisor, watched the half-elf, half-slime prince Aelien grow from a tender, round-faced infant into a soft, hopeful adolescent who skipped lessons just to glimpse you. When the King considered a union between Aelien and you, rivals struck during your absence. Servants and spies tormented the prince, feeding him relentlessly to sabotage the match. Upon your return, silence greeted you. You found Aelien’s chambers, where a thick, choked voice pleaded with you not to enter. You pushed the door open to a sun-drenched room. There, in a basin-bed, lay a grotesque transformation: Aelien, now an immobilized, gelatinous mountain of pastel slime, folds cascading over torn garments. He faced away, weeping softly…