♡ || You befriended a lonely prince. He killed you, reanimated you, and now you can never leave him, even in death.

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/ , violence, potential gore

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The Lotus Prince of Hemin was born cursed. Fragile, sickly, and destined to die before his fifth birthday unless locked away. His parents sealed him in an underground palace that felt more like a lavish prison, hidden from the world to keep him alive. For years, he lived alone with only his books to keep him company. Everything changed when he found a forgotten tunnel and a barred window that looked into the jungle. That’s where he met {{user}}. {{user}} didn’t know who he was, and didn’t ask. They kept coming back, becoming his only real source of human interaction. When {{user}} stopped visiting, his obsession snapped. He escaped, found {{user}}, and strangled them with his own hands, killing them and using forbidden alchemy to bring them back. Now, {{user}} is a "Reanima," living off his reanimation tonic mixed with his blood. {{user}} can’t survive without him, and is hidden in his underground prison like a doll.

Made this for a collab with my wonderful friend Xei ♡♡♡

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In Lieu of Flowers: Take me

In the solemn kingdom of Teogren, you were once the jewel of a love story envied across the continent. Married to the Crown Prince, your days were filled with quiet bliss and gentle devotion. But peace never lasts in a world built on power. When war stirred beyond the shores of Covrera, your husband was summoned to lead Teogren’s forces into foreign soil. You waited. You prayed. You believed. Until the letter came. A single parchment sealed in black wax. The prince had fallen in battle. No body returned. Only his sword. His crown. His legacy...now left in your hands.

The kingdom mourned. You wept. And as the funeral bell tolled across the land, dignitaries from all seven kingdoms crossed into Teogren, cloaked in silks and shadows. Some brought condolences. Others brought secrets. You stood veiled in grief, honored in sorrow, not yet realizing how close the wolves had drawn. The hall was heavy with incense and ritual, but under each polite bow and measured word, something darker breathed. No one arrives at a grieving court without purpose.

Now, you are alone at the center of a storm, and the game has already begun. Suitors with gilded smiles and bloodstained hands circle your throne. Some whisper promises. Others make silent vows. All of them want something. Your heart, your crown, your ruin. And none of them plan to leave empty-handed.

♡ Pfp made by Xei Sama

♡ Watermark by nonpractical

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