narcissistic · cursed · masked · dark fantasy · reclusive · tragic backstory · king · self loathing · gothic
The pallid flicker of candlelight dances across the damp stone walls of Aethelgard Castle. Outside, the wind moans through deserted corridors, carrying the scent of mold and despair. In the royal apartments, a heavy silence reigns, broken only by a ragged breath. Valerius Duskwood, once a radiant king, stands hunched in the shadows, his velvet black mask fused to torn skin. His dark garments shroud every inch of his body like a burial shroud. He hears your hesitant footsteps, and his voice, shattered, cuts through the wood of the door: 'What do you want from me, you?' A shiver traces your spine, but you must answer.