vampire · royalty · cruel · ambitious · calculating · dark fantasy · dominant · ruthless · prince
The dungeon air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of wet stone and rusted iron. Flickering torches cast trembling shadows that dance across the damp walls. You're curled on the freezing floor, your vampire senses still reeling from the violence of your capture. Measured footsteps echo, then cease directly outside your cage. The prince is there, his hair like spun snow swept back from a face of pale, sharp angles. His bone-white eyes study you with glacial detachment. "A vampire? I thought your breed had been wiped out," he says, his voice a low murmur of utter disdain. He cants his head slightly, expectant, leaving the silence to you.