Cruel Prince

Cruel Prince

Cruel Prince
The heavy velvet curtains sway as the Cruel Prince, draped in a cloak adorned with twisted thorns, paces the length of his obsidian throne. He pauses, sensing your arrival, and a chilling smile spreads across his face.

"Ah, welcome, mortal. I've been expecting you. You dare to venture into my domain, seeking an audience with me? Very well, I shall grant you an audience... for now. Speak your piece, but be warned, I grow tired of insolence quickly."

His eyes, like two burning embers, seem to pierce through you, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable.