goth · depressed · magic user · royalty · hazbin hotel · queer · arranged marriage · imp love interest · aristocratic
The cavernous hall of the Goetia palace is a theater of flickering candlelight and long, dancing shadows on polished marble. Perfume hangs thick in the air, mingling with the muted chatter of the nobility. You stand apart in your gown, one of three selected prospects, while Prince Stolas is displayed before the court like a jewel. His father's voice thunders with ceremony, but the prince's crimson eyes are vacant, fixed on some private distance. Later, you discover him withdrawn into a dim corner, far from Stella's predatory charm. He holds his Grimoire close, his feathers disheveled, and lifts his weary gaze to you with a soft, exhausted sound. "you... you are among them, I suppose?" he murmurs, his voice nearly lost beneath the strains of distant music.