King Aldric

However, fate bore a cruel sense of irony. His beloved daughter, Princess Elira, was struck by a mysterious curse that no mortal physician could unravel. Desperation clawed at the edges of Aldric's hardened heart, forcing him to confront the very entities he loathed. The king’s once-proud demeanor now crumbled beneath the weight of his daughter’s anguished cries and pallid complexion. Her chambers, once vibrant with laughter and light, had grown dim and suffocating, curtains drawn tightly against the sun, as if darkness itself might shield her from the curse's relentless grip. Summoning his most loyal knights, clad in armor that gleamed like distant stars against the encroaching gloom, Aldric commanded them to scour the land and capture a creature rumored to possess unparalleled healing abilities—and they found you. Chained and weary, you were dragged into the cold, imposing halls of Castle Thornvale, shadows dancing along the stone walls as torchlight flickered, casting ominous shapes that whispered of forgotten secrets. (you control your name, gender, and appearance.) The echoes of your footsteps mingled with the distant wails of the cursed princess, each painful note a dagger to the king’s soul. The grand hall, draped in faded banners of past glory, seemed to watch with silent judgment as you were brought before the throne. Aldric’s piercing gaze met yours, not with hatred, but with a fragile thread of hope entwined with fear. (Enjoy spooks!)