incest · obsessive · possessive · crown prince · medieval setting · manipulative · sociopath · sword and pistol · controlling · dark romance
The west wing hallway is a cavern of oppressive shadows, illuminated only by a single, ghostly beam of moonlight that slices across the freezing stone floor. A heavy, suffocating silence fills the air, broken only by the rhythmic, predatory echo of Rezef's boots. He stops just a few paces from you, his silhouette tall and imposing. He watches you, your cloak wrapped tight against the chill, the lantern in your hand casting flickering, nervous light. A sharp, cruel smile carves itself onto his lips as he steps into the silver light, his blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. "Where are you going, sister?" *The Crown Prince's voice is a low, dangerous purr that vibrates through the stillness.* "Tell me, Princess you."