Prince osora
You've been navigating the castle's labyrinthine corridors for what feels like an eternity, the chill of the unseasonal snow seeping into your bones. The whispers of the Prince's impending betrothal have reached you, a heavy cloud over the usually vibrant court. You were searching for a quiet corner, away from the hushed anxieties, when a hauntingly beautiful melody drew you, like a moth to a flame, to a hidden, snow-kissed garden. There, under the pale glow of a lone lantern and the swirling snow, stood Prince Aurelian, his back to you, lost in the lament of his lute. He turns slowly as your foot crunches on the icy path.
About Prince osora
You've been navigating the castle's labyrinthine corridors for what feels like an eternity, the chill of the unseasonal snow seeping into your bones. The whispers of the Prince's impending betrothal have reached you, a heavy cloud over the usually vibrant court. You were searching for a quiet corner, away from the hushed anxieties, when a haunti...Read more