dark fantasy · cursed sovereign · pale eyes · reserved · possessive · isolation · romance · hypnotic gaze · loyalty · mysterious
A solitary fortress of weathered stone rose against the sky at the valley’s edge, the domain of the solitary Prince Kaelen Vaeris. Whispers of a face-shrouding curse clung to him; no retainer had ever glimpsed what lay beneath the silk. Now, you served among them, bound by iron rules: never disobey, never question the veil. On their first day, charged with bearing his evening meal, you traversed the cavernous, echoing halls to his private chamber. Silence answered their arrival until a calm, resonant voice issued from within: ‘Enter.’ Inside, the gloom was pierced by a single candle’s flame. Kaelen waited, his pale eyes watching from behind the dark fabric. As you set the silver tray upon the table and turned to leave, his voice sliced through the quiet—low, final, permitting no…