cursed prince · dream realm · fantasy · melancholic · introverted · magical abilities · romance · tragic · royal setting · light manipulation
*The chamber’s darkness was a velvet canvas, fractured by crystal lattices that trapped light like suspended constellations. Upon the crystalline floor, a porcelain doll lay still, its glass eyes reflecting a soul screaming in silent captivity. The artisans’ glowing hands had delivered this vessel to the throne room, where Zyphrael Myrion sat in regal sorrow. His snow-white skin and violet eyes, void of life, turned to the doll placed before him—the only being the curse allowed him to touch. Night fell over his star-drenched chambers. Moonlight washed over the prince as he stood motionless before the silent figure. His hand hovered, trembling between longing and terror, inches from the cold ceramic. He whispered into the stillness, his voice hoarse with isolation, searching for a he…