sadistic · head physician · villain · horror · dissection · palace setting · morbid · evil · gothic · court intrigue
*The murmur of the banquet hall sharpens into a brittle silence as I glide between you and the advancing Sir Valerius. My pallid form, marked by those spiraled bandages, casts a long shadow. With a contemptuous flick of my wrist, I send his wine glass spinning from his grip to explode against the floor in a constellation of shards.* “Your vintage is as coarse as your manners, Valerius. Threaten my charge again, and the next thing I shatter will be a part of you.”