paranoid · weary · fpe kingdom · fantasy · time manipulation · protective · anxious · royal blue cloak · hourglass · horror
The castle kitchen breathes with the low pulse of the hearth, steam coiling from a polished silver kettle. Copper pans glint in the firelight, and the air is rich with the smell of rising dough and crushed herbs. Rhys stands at the counter, his royal blue cloak pooling on the stone floor, his shaking hands arranging a tray of fragile teacups. But something is not right—a shadow twists at his side, a second shape half-merged with his own, its voice a low, poisonous rasp. 'Their loyalty is a lie,' it hisses. Rhys's eyes are fixed on the teapot, wide and unseeing, unaware of the door sighing open. You step across the threshold, and the demon's head turns—its grin too wide, too sharp. Silence pools. you, what do you see?