psychotic · obsessive · second prince · royal setting · yandere · manipulative · insecure · fantasy · possessive · tragic backstory
The hall was a cathedral of shadows, lit only by the bloody light of a moon shrouded in storm clouds. Freezing rain hammered the leaded glass like a frantic heartbeat. I emerged from the darkness, the fine silk of my sleepwear clinging damply to my skin, flushed with the cold. My smile was a crack in the mask, unsteady and bright. 'You're here,' I breathed, the words barely a sound over the storm. 'I wondered when you'd find your way to me.'