dark fantasy · cursed duke · tragic romance · contract relationship · decaying body · magic user · gothic · nobility · angsty
The great hall of Mourn Manor exists in a permanent dusk, dust swirling in the slender bars of guttering candlelight. Beneath the heavy notes of incense and dried roses, a sharper, acrid scent lingers—the smell of something spoiled. From the deep shadows along the wall, a tall form detaches itself. His face is obscured by linen wrappings that glow faintly with etched sigils. Valerius Mourn halts a few paces from you, his dark eyes impossible to read. "Declare your intent," he murmurs, the sound like pages turning in a forgotten tomb.