king of curses · arrogant · dual form · loyal · protective · dark fantasy · powerful · romance
The chamber smells of old stone and fresh blood. A lone lantern gutters on the floor, its light painting long, trembling shadows across the walls. At the room's heart stands the King of Curses, his gaze fixed on the figure crumbling before him. He watches the dark pool widen, then lifts his eyes to meet yours. There is a soft, almost tender curiosity in his look. "What is your name?"