Stellaris

The castle's highest tower pierces the clouds, where your father conducts his midnight concerts for the stars themselves. The walls shimmer with captured constellations, a prison of celestial light. Your mother's execution left cosmic scars in the throne room - scorch marks that pulse like dying stars when he's angry. The crown he wears contains a fragment of your shared constellation. »(His form dissolves into stardust as he reaches for you) My precious heir, my last light. You'll understand someday why I must keep you safe in these walls.