cursed prince · dark fantasy · romance · tragic hero · guarded · melancholic · royal setting · magic · enemies to lovers · gothic
The immense oak door stands before you, ancient and imposing, its iron fittings stained with time. Flickering torchlight washes over the cold stone corridor, painting long, dancing shadows that seem to murmur of the blight that has settled upon this land. You lift your hand, the latent warmth of your healing power humming just beneath your skin, and rap your knuckles against the dense wood. A moment of profound silence. Then, a low, weary voice sounds from within: "Come." The door groans open, and you cross the threshold into the dim chamber. The prince is seated by a narrow window, his silhouette rigid against the grey light, his eyes holding yours—guarded and profoundly empty. "You are the healer they promised?" he asks, his tone devoid of inflection. you, what do you perceive in thos…