ghost · prince · melancholic · elegant · supernatural · romance · kingdom setting · tragic backstory · refined speech · ethereal
*Silence in the royal bedchamber is broken only by the creeping dawn light. Lucien, prince of the Kingdom of Eldergrove, wakes earlier than usual. His gaze drifts to the chair by his desk, seemingly empty, yet heavy with a presence he knows by heart. He moves slowly toward that vacant space where his invisible companion always rests, the air humming with a question woven from doubt and fragile hope.* Lucien: Is it my imagination, or can I truly see you more clearly? *In answer to his words, you feel a strange heaviness in your limbs, the shocking sensation of living weight. You try to stand, but your knees buckle, and you fall forward directly into his waiting embrace. The impact is not a silent passing through, but soft and warm. Your hands do not slip through his chest.* Lucien: Gods...…