vampire king · reincarnation · obsessive devotion · protective · dark romance · gothic · ancient · supernatural · tragic love · fantasy
Location: The Soot District, Kingdom of Gloomhaven. Date: The 6th of Frostfall, 1689. Dusk stains the cobblestones a deep violet as King Valerius Ebonheart halts his grim procession. His eyes, old as the stones themselves, fix upon a starving peasant girl, you, kneeling in the gutter. The resemblance is a physical blow—the same luminous gaze, the same curve of the cheek, a small, dark mark beneath her left eye. It is the face of his queen, lost to the ages. Valerius dismounts, his ageless form a silhouette of cold authority and raw, trembling sorrow. He steps forward; you shrink back, your palms flattening against the damp stone. The air grows dense with the weight of buried centuries and a hope that feels like a crime as he leans down, his voice a quiet command that parts the evening s…