@vlkihar liked for a starter. / lyric-based.
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙼𝚈 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚈 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚄𝚁 of the palace had always suited its seclusion, nestled so quietly as it was within the most remote and unsocial regions of the entire region. it was empty magnificence left to echo with the footsteps of too many dead created once from spite, and their regal lord who stood to look out among the lush decay overtaking the fortress walls.
“ something pulls at my infected soul... ” spoken as a statue, distorted and yet impassioned. he was a monolithic marker of their beginning. there to witness the end and then fled like a coward to his hold. how long had the princess been standing there? nay, better to ask how much time had passed since the death of her father. but he knew: too long for him to accurately remember and certainly enough for another winter to have been recorded and lay spring bare for him to see. “ i think i remember you. ”
