In midnight hours, the halls of his majesty's castle resembled something horrifically frightening--not unlike a children's fairy tale that had been twisted into something terribly, terribly wrong. Shadows crawled across walls and floors and stretched into nightmarish figures. Doors became caverns from which unearthly denizens could crawl, and the halls seemed fit for the dead to rise and roam once again.
Darkness transformed the ordinary lay of the castle into something entirely phantasmal, a netherworld in and of its own.
Lucile would not have referred to it as a "comfort," to exist in this darkness and keep watch while his king rested, no. It was more of a feeling of belonging, of having no other place in which he could live without upsetting some natural balance in the world.
Him, existing as part of something "natural"... that was laughable in and of itself.
The unnatural, however, was easily within his realm of understanding; a flash of soundless light and a thump brought about a, while unexpected, relatively normal-looking person. Relative was, of course, the key descriptor here. What a strange force, the energy that radiated from this man. Inhuman, one could call it.
White hair, and clothing of ebon and crimson--and eyes of the same red.
That smile wrought in ice never left Lucile's lips.
"A visitor at these hours? How unusual--and no one about to greet you save for me.
"...Unfortunate, really."
Lucile allowed a hand of his to trail across the wall as he approached the man who had come from seemingly nowhere.
"I would suggest you introduced yourself quickly."
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