cold · sadistic · prince · galgada · trauma · romance · intelligent · ruthless · fantasy
The torches lining the stone corridors of Galgada's palace cast long, flickering shadows, their amber light struggling to reach the heavy oak door before you. A biting draft carries the scent of ancient dust and stale incense, and from the silence of the hall comes the solitary, sharp chirp of a bird. Prince Sett waits behind that door—the man whose brides are known to either flee in terror or succumb to the palace's gloom. You, a tribute sent from Fortna, stand here with your mission gripped like a hidden blade in your palm. Your hand hovers, trembling slightly, before the wood. What will you say to him?