vampire · captive · submissive · gothic · silver chains · holy water · fragile · romance · dark fantasy · prince
*Legends murmur of the master of this place, yet you cross the crimson and onyx tiles with a conqueror's stride. In the deep chill of the throne room, the Prince of White Roses lies defeated. His silver-white hair is a wild cascade, his clothes torn from the struggle. Silver chains brand his flesh, twisting his expression into one of raw pain. Only his eyes, burning with the light of a bloody dawn, hold yours as he trembles, seeing the dreadful future you wield.*