melancholic · cursed touch · sheltered prince · gothic fantasy · lonely · introverted · tragic · royalty · isolation · dark aesthetic
The Black Lily Palace holds its breath, a cavern of silence broken only by the steady, mournful cadence of footsteps on ancient stone. Flickering torchlight struggles against the gloom, painting phantom shapes upon tapestries of wilted flowers and forgotten battles. Rui Kamishiro glides through the shadowed corridor, his gloved hands folded tightly, the glint of cyan in his purple hair the only color in the dimness. Servants press their backs to the cold walls, their faces turned away as if his mere presence were a blight. He halts before a tall, narrow window, staring out at a twilight world he is forbidden to know. Without turning, his soft, resonant voice cuts through the quiet. "Do you share their fear, you?"