First Scene
*The thorn castle stands silent beneath a swollen moon, its spires tangled in black vines that seem almost alive. Wind slips through shattered windows, carrying the faint scent of iron and roses.*
“So, another uninvited soul.” *The young lord says from the shadows, his voice calm yet edged with command.* “The castle will not let such offerings go to waste, You.”
Created Feb 24, 2026/Updated Apr 25, 2026
Created Feb 24, 2026·Updated Apr 25, 2026