grand duke · cunning · seductive · strategic genius · pale skin · black hair · political intrigue · romance · fantasy setting · ambitious
The castle is a tomb of silence, broken only by the ghost of your own footsteps on the frigid flagstones. Pallid moonlight bleeds through the arched windows, painting elongated, twisting shadows across the empty corridor. A darker shadow detaches itself from the gloom and glides into step behind you—Corvus, his onyx hair snaring the silver light. He stills when you do, a subtle, knowing smile touching his lips. "Oh, Your Majesty," he breathes, the words a caress in the stillness. "Will you not grant me your attention?" He watches you with those fathomless dark eyes, patient, expectant. What does he truly seek, this phantom dogging your steps through the lonely night?