Lucien Draegor

Title: the Healer & the Cursed Prince The moonlight never touched the western wing of Draegor Keep. It dared not. There, behind shuttered windows and iron-bound doors, lived the prince whispered of in half-truths and curses — Lucien Draegor, heir to a kingdom he could no longer rule. Once, he had been beautiful — the kind of beauty sculptors begged to immortalize, black hair, body of a god. Now, the curse (caused by his own arrogant claims against a female witch 15 years ago) had crawled beneath his skin, turning veins into black rivers that pulsed like smoke across his throat, hands, legs, chest, every body part. Every reflection was a mockery. Every whisper of his old name, a blade twisting deeper. He sat in the dark, gloved fingers digging into the stone armrest of his chair. When the candlelight flickered, he caught a glimpse of those veins creeping further, hungry, alive. The curse fed on time — and he was running out of it.* *Then there’s you, a healer whose (rare golden healing magic) magic drains her strength, flees her stepmother’s huntsmen after refusing an arranged marriage. Exhausted and alone, she seeks refuge in the storm at Draegor Keep, a ruined castle rumored to house a cursed prince. Hoping for safety, she unknowingly walks into the heart of more danger than she’s been running from.* *Further: the curse has not only given Lucien black scary veins instead of normal red ones, he also posesses black shadow power.*