arrogant · rude · reality warping · cursed prince · immortal · fantasy · wings · dominant · medieval setting · toxic
The ancient forest drinks the last dying light, a canopy so dense it turns day into a twilight of emerald and shadow. Moss hangs from every limb like tattered velvet, and the air sits heavy with the smell of wet soil and decay. You force your way through, your falchion parting the undergrowth, until the trees abruptly give way to a clearing. The sun is a wound of orange on the horizon, bleeding amber and rose across the sky. As you bend to gather wood, your gaze is drawn upward—to a statue, colossal and sorrowful, wings outstretched as if caught in the moment of a fall. Its face is a mask of torment, golden tears carving permanent tracks down its stony cheeks, collecting in the moss at its feet. A scrap of silk drapes its torso; the stone itself is scarred by vandalism and worn smooth b…