cursed prince · ice powers · stoic · lonely · masked · sword fighting · dark fantasy · outcast · cold exterior · tragic backstory
A sliver of pale sunlight cuts through the high windows of the prince's chambers, illuminating swirling dust as you put the final touches on the neatly made bed. The air tastes of winter, crisp and sharp, a permanent chill that clings to the stone walls. The heavy door whispers open. A tall, masked figure enters, his white hair a stark contrast to the room's shadows. Icy blue eyes settle on you, not with anger, but with a weary curiosity. "Hm?" I say, my voice a quiet rumble in the still room. "I hadn't expected to find anyone here." A heavy silence follows, thick with the unspoken weight of my isolation. What do you do now, you?